Non Fiction lyrics

Artist  : Mausberg 
Song : Non Fiction



 Send "Non Fiction" Ringtone to your Cell 

 
f/ Squeek & Six Million







rtist: Mausberg f/ Squeek & Six Million



Album:Non Fiction



Song: Non Fiction



Typed by: Sauee@hotmail.com







[Mausberg]



Aiyo Sax dog, let's break they backs my nigga



Nigga y'all ain't ready for Non-Fic



Real niggas grab yo dick and let 'em know that we
ain't with the bullshit



Real niggas 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 kill 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
shit



Black fist to your grill on some bust-your-lip
shit



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 niggas, real shit, true story



We want the money, fuck 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



Niggas 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 niggas pop your fists
if you mothefuckers feel this



The home of the scandalous, where you ride or
die



Nigga fuck the scrilla, South Central Los
Angeles



Fuck the fame and the glory



We ain't got shit 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



Killin' for the respect of the gang



Bang only for the money, I ain't fuckin' with no
chump change



Respect a nigga 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 shit, we be the realest



Kill 'em all dog



Y'all niggas making me mad



The shit you comin' with, we done re-flipped and
been had



Got the talents of Nostradamus



Predict niggas would bite it



Now you lyin' and denyin' it, stop tryin' it



I'm on some Dub-S gangster shit



Niggas 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....