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victim hid
Stuck Chuck in the closet
And I can tell by the deposit, I got my target
French poodle, stomp it limp noodle
Rev Chuck up and stir
wife nigga

Took the nation by storm with a live performance
Cleanest nigga can’t believe the kicks this nigga perform in
Yo, what’s on my feet is
hoes
Free your soul, it's Mac and Chuck
High as hell, resting on a window pane
Heath Miller jersey on, watch the Steeler game
Got a couple homies out
Chorus:
We all in the club drinkin that clear 
Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear 
Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut 
We tryna get high
hoes
Free your soul, it's Mac and Chuck
High as hell, resting on a window pane
Heath Miller jersey on, watch the Steeler game
Got a couple homies out
on walk with me
Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale
And I give you a dope track like my name Phar-rell

And you can get that stainless steel
Walk
the fact
That the Mac can't be hustled by no little new jack

Now everything's in balance and opposites attract
So as I spring forward, then you fall
runnin' the lines she ran on me
We ain't always see eye to eye but Mom, on your principles
Now I rely, you got me tastin' my toes

I didn't know
Momma told
taste she's trying to savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me, but can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black
a Mac Bitch
Young Mac Mark
Young Black Brothas Records is a goddamn flop
Khayree needed to stop
Way back when his ass got dropped
From that major label
to your devastation
My motivation is lyrication, the philosophation
Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration
Mentally loc'd I'm smokin' tracks like it's
later, tryna touch paper
In a 6 tray rag going brazy up the ave
What I'm drinking got me thinking, nigga maybe I should iron out my -

Maybe I should
a game in my vein

[Verse 1:  Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
Buck & 50, I'm Ridin Shotgun with the Mac 11, this the Remix homie Stunt 1-8-7, before I lose my life, for that dime embezzled, I'll tint the window with
From East Asheville Hardware
..............................................

by Chuck Brodsky

Every morning, I commute.
Mild-mannered man. In
a game in my vein

Verse 1:  Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
a game in my vein

[Verse 1:  Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
a game in my vein

[Verse 1:  Mac]
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be
[Featuring Mac] 

[Master P] 

Dear Mr. President i live in the hood 

Where people live bad 

But say its all good 

And my homies
to it
PARTY sent my jackas to it
Drama bring the Mac into it
And this scope will get your mouth washed when I attach it to it
Gold on my neck, I make
I got a black mac and a six pack
I don't work out, I don't chit chat
My bitch bad, I get racks
That Rolls Royce, come gift-wrapped
Them birds still
So dummy it up, who the fuck gon' knock it
Now that The Inc. locked it, Chuck

[Chorus:]

We got vision by I.G. - hook by Ashanti
Got Chuck
dummy it up, who the FUCK gon' knock it
Now that The Inc. locked it, Chuck

[Hook]

[Charli Baltimore]
We got vision by I.G. - hook by Ashanti
Got Chuck
of the Ford,
the Ford got hot and wouldn't do no more.
It then got clody and it started to rain,
I tooted my horn for a passin' lead
the rain water blowin'
with your sista 
Lookin' at my lips like you wanted me to kiss ya 
Told me your name And I told you Mac 
We exchanged phone number...Like that 
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