lirik lagu mausberg - shut up
yo it’s a lotta n-gg-s bangin’ the realest that ain’t worth it
you bein’ fake
you’re f-ckin’ with mausberg the great
the king of the block
lickin’ hot shots to keep the pesticides off my jock
well if it’s on then it’s on
i’m bustin’ with the black and the chrome
black tech gangsta, platinum crowns on my dome
you wanna rumble, chuck em around with the superb
come up show, chain tokin’ all your herb
i’m’a [? ] this n-gg- with [? ] in the game
and this bullet goes out to n-gg-s bitin’ my name
thought it was subliminal, but real doggs recognize them thangs
that’s why your chronic bout to change the game
certified bet, before my alb-m even pop
and f-ckin’ with quik, that’s certified platinum when i drop
and i’m callin’ out compet-tors, lettin’ you know
if you f-ck with the berg i gun ya down fo sho
[chorus: x2]
shut up, n-gg-
you’re f-ckin’ with my name ‘stead of my game
f-ckin’ with my fame
shut up n-gg-
and mind your own
before you can’t find your own
ey yo i keep a full metal jacket
the opposite of a bad habit
medicatin’ n-gg-s who start static
it’s on now, jet line suits and war boots
marine green canteen [? ] and lime juice
mausberg the superior
you never heard of a more [? ] n-gg- comin’ out the urban area
fake, fraud, and fict-tious
like som parsley in a ziploc bag
i got the crown fool, it ain’t for grabs
i run through the biggest packs of n-gg-s
with my fists c-cked back, and ready for combat
and hit ya, with six blows to ya cranium
i’m the dime n-gg-
f-ck this rap hunch n-gg-s, i’m gainin’ em
it’s the y2k, but the glitch is in this b-tch n-gg-s
don’t want to ride with they own kinda n-gg-s
me and quik bout to take it to the limit
erasin’ all coward -ss punks and gimmicks
we the realest for real
[chorus x2]
i’m still sportin’ gray jeans with the black and white polo’s
with the chucks cut lo do’s
n-gg-s thought that i was goin’ hollywood
after rhythmalism
but all that taught me was to keep it realism
give a pound to my real thugs
use a jimmy when i f-ck a b-tch
stay away from unknown drugs
but unlike y’all, b-tch made, don’t know where you from
lyin’ on your records about n-gg-s you done
f-ck what happened to cavaricci jeans and backpacks
where you get them khakis and that dog patch
you ain’t no gangsta
you only get in to fit in
take yo -ss to the circus with your family and friends
cause i’m too rough, too [? ], too rugged for y’all kind
and i gotta keep them cowards from crossin’ the red line
pointe blank, n-gg-s’ll do whatcha do
but keep in mind when you come across the berg you’re through
[chorus x3]
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