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under white covers 

Prodigy: Was a thumper
Till he met the 40 thunder

Havoc: Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up
the get back, is so sweet
The taste of revenge your blood on the street
It's called payback for that shit you pulled
I don't respect your gangsta my guns
[Prodigy and Big Noyd]
That's my word, God!  Kick that thug shit, God! 
Kick that motherfuckin' thug shit, man! Word up, man!
(What's up, son?
me insane,
Matter of fact aye yo Prodigy sing.

Hopping on a plane, coming straight to y'all,
In Tokyo we say Konichiwa, is off the wall,
London
dropping down
The cement's just for the weight, dear
Bet you Mack is back in town

Louie Miller disappeared, dear
After drawing out his cash
And Mac Heath
it

Or get it tooken by another who deserve it
Listen, this is what it takes to survive today
Use your eyes, to my niggaz that's ride with me
holding, so ease back
I stay infamous minded
[Noyd]
Yeah yeah nigga, shit is real
You know
[Prodigy]
Infamous minded
[Noyd]
Yo, this niggaz outhere
We moving
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
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
he stiffed a waitress, and ran out on his tab
Big Mac had a heart attack in the back of a Yellow Cab
By the time the sound of the siren said
cheek, white Gucci stunners on,
Don't know where you've been hiding from me so long,
Prodigy, Roc, Ray Ray and Princeton we on
So baby come on

Where is
fuckin' slack
And even in your home town when shit goes down you ain't got no back
Cause even yo momma knows that your brain pain is cracked

You better
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 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
Lay way back you cats, dig in
Live a while, yes, Mr. Mack is movin' in

Though the shark has, pretty teeth, dear
And he shows 'em pearly whites
On the sidewalk, Sunday mornin'
Lies a body oozin' life
Someones sneakin' 'round the corner
Is that someone Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat, by the river
On the sidewalk Sunday morning
Lies a body oozing life
Someone's sneaking 'round the corner
Is the someone Mack the Knife

From a tugboat by the river
a blunt
You can sit in the back I'ma sit the front
No stunt no punk it really don't matter
'Cause I got what they want

They say all day we play n blow
featuring Binky  Boo Kapone  CJ Mac  Techniec 



[Mack 10 talking] 

Yo  Mack 10  with just a few of the Hoo Bangin affiliates. 

CJ Mac
name is prodigy and I'm known to cause havoc
And when I flip I be on some ill shit
I walk the street, like a real super trooper
The block shit proper,
On the sidewalk, Sunday mornin'
Lies a body oozin' life
Someones sneakin' 'round the corner
Is that someone Mack the Knife?

From a tugboat, by the river
Yo! I used to check out lyrics and pump the format 
Build with skill with technique, computer A-DAT 
My lyrical form is clouds on your brainstorm
Jack you shit on the fence.

But the fence, the fence, is owned by America.
Sit on the fence, owned by America.
They make no pretence, it's owned by
back, send you on your way, yo good lookin')
(Yo what you wanna do with that mac, double numbered)
Hit you up, take that cash, just like you wondered