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Mac Wiseman, Jimmy Martin, Stanley Brothers (Mac Wiseman) · The Mac Wiseman Story (Mac Wiseman) · The Mac Wiseman Story (Mac Wiseman) · Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey) (De La Soul) · Wiseman, Pt. 2 (James Blunt) · Wiseman, Pt. 2 (James Blunt) · The Best of Ladysmith Black Mambazo: The Star and the Wiseman (Ladysmith Black Mambazo) · Wiseman [2 Tracks] (James Blunt) · Ring Ring (ABBA) · Ring Ring (ABBA) – and 90 other albums »


the bag
Bust him in his ass and dash
Un cock the mag 
Kill him I don't need no mask
We Identify each other nigga Mac and Brad

Who you know but Mac
through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense
Chased by a weed aroma, empty Guinnesses
And lipstick marks
hair
I walked in through the back door entrance
Shocked it was unlocked, when I walked in, I smelled incense

Chased by a weed aroma, empty
(Step right up, test your strength.)
(Come on son, ring the bell with the hammer)
[Aww, come on muscles]
(Win your girl a stuffed koala bear)
[Ooohhh]
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each
showing niggas her rings
I said bitch, I ain't impressed with that
Why the fuck is every briefcase short by at least ten stacks
We had a mil' in each
Unconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
with words well adored now they can't
"Fuckin' Slug? Oh my God, he is so fucking ugly."

I wear my scars like the rings on a pimp
I live life like the captain of a sinking ship
out my week
The world keeps a balance, through mathematics
Defined by whatever you've added and subtracted
I'm pushin on the hammer, to trigger
gorilla stitch 
40 years go by man still snitch 
Niggaz fronted on Zeek man still I itch 
No hammers that night Goddamn man 
It was amateur night I played
back, I'm back

I take each individual degenerate, his head and reach into it
Just to see if he's influenced by me if he listens to music
And if he
to the dyin' room
Turn the bathroom to the blastroom
Bedroom to the deadroom
Plain left 'em red, dead, doom

(Cell phone rings)
"Hey-yo, Pap, remember that
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause you'se a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya,
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them)
I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya
Cause you'se a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya,
with my gangstas Kane and Abel

In pain can you sustain them cables hooked on your back
Who got you charged? Wanna get the mac off guard?
Nigga I don't
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
die with my brothas
Drive by pull a homicide with my brothas
We fight amongst each other, but we ride together
And soak up all the game that Gotti