[Mausberg]
Aiyo Sax dog, let's break they backs my n***a
n***a y'all ain't ready for Non-Fic
Real n***as grab yo dick and let 'em know that we ain't with the bullsh**
Real n***as on the rise
And when I get to bustin' yo eyes with the bomb, don't be surprised
Black Tec affiliate, rider with high spirits
Any track presented, prepare for me to k** it (realism)
Realism, blowin' a L of the bomb-ism
Mausberg be in the lab with the Eel-ism
Who wanna test me? Bring it to the streets dog
Lyrical vet optional 'cuz I'm a real hog
I'm from the streets and we don't take that sh**
Black fist to your grill on some bust-your-lip sh**
I take it personal
Money, murder, and business
I'm a hell of a shot, I put a slug in your eye lenses
Don't get me twisted with these rap punks
I'ma ride, pump and I dump and leave ya body in the trunk
Chorus:
(Mausberg)
Non-Fiction, real wired G's keepin' it filthy
Names have been changed to protect Tecs who guilty
We on the main line, duckin' one-time when it's crunch time
Feel the wrath of a gauge, if you touch mine
(Six Million)
Yo, real n***as, real sh**, true story
We want the money, f** the fame and the glory
(Mausberg)
We on the main line, duckin' one-time when it's crunch time
Feel the wrath of my gauge, if you touch mine
[Squeek]
KABOOM! Make room as I consume the tune
We mashin' like Mack trucks through sand dunes
n***as in this rap game is doomed, give 'em pink slips
You's a actor, character, cartoon
I'm rollin' with the realest
Chicks wave your hands and n***as pop your fists if you mothef**ers feel this
The home of the scandalous, where you ride or die
n***a f** the scrilla, South Central Los Angeles
f** the fame and the glory
We ain't got sh** to prove fool, these are Non-Fiction stories
Gunshot wounds so deep like battle scars
Gangbang affiliated like behind bars
Givin' a toss to all those that die
Sunday nights, G'd up in yo ride
Deletin' the aliases of a few
Got me plaedin' the fifth, these stories are true
Chorus
[Mausberg]
I represent the block where they pop-lock
Pack Glocks with red dots and takin' over your spot
The Berg the black villain
k**in' for the respect of the gang
Bang only for the money, I ain't f**in' with no chump change
Respect a n***a when you see me rued up (rued up)
And same thing for Sax when blewed up
Black Tec casino, dog we be the illest
West coast gangster sh**, we be the realest
k** 'em all dog
Y'all n***as making me mad
The sh** you comin' with, we done re-flipped and been had
Got the talents of Nostradamus
Predict n***as would bite it
Now you lyin' and denyin' it, stop tryin' it
I'm on some Dub-S gangster sh**
n***as showin' they true colors and get dealt with
From the bottom to the top, two hit rocks
Never Hollywood
Bringin' the drama to your nearest neighborhood, yeah....