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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
(by the way) dum di di dum
Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb
Saggin all dressed in black
I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp
second blinded by the light
Take a chance on the midnight dance, talk about livin' hell
There's one or twenty losers trapped in the Tropicana Motel
[Bun B]
Now if you come down to this dirty south
Betta' watch your ears cause country boys talk with a dirty mouth
And they on them corners and they
scholars
Holdin' it down, walkin' around with gold by the pound
Frozen and drowned with diamond boulders all in the crown
Talk of the town, soakin' you
Mac play, quiet town, tie it down 
I supply it now, by the pound 
Might front you with a cube if you buy a pound 
If you didn't try it then, why
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
through your town straight puttin' it down
We them killin' muthafuckas with no regrets
Leave your crew fucked up, don't talk no shit
Hubtouchablez as we
You know how Mac play, quiet town, tie it down
I supply it now, by the pound
Might front you a Q if you buy a pound
If you didn't try it then, why
If You Come Down To This Dirty South
Betta Watch Yo Ears Cause Country Boys Talk With A Dirty Mouth
And Dey On Dem Cornas N Dey Hustlin Up Da Dirty
blast off heat, and
You never see me talk to police, so
You should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave
Aye yo I'm hard to talk to, if you live I probably thought you stalked you
Where you walked to at night, caught you then tried to extort you
New
see me talk to police, so 
You should know that I really don't care 
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there 
So
for shorts
And hey night around 12 you hear them shots go off (talk to 'em!)
And know niggas is rats, some boys is wired
And the food in
will get ya
Ready to roll straight outta control scummy off the liquor
Them Chi Town boys will get ya
Throw up your guns and bust a slug and be pure
and herringbones
Bezel sets and baguettes, while talking on my cell phone
From Bo-Bo's to Air Macs, low cars to horse backs
Hoopties to Cadillacs, water guns
[Verse 1]
It's a must that I bust any strap ya hand ta me
It's inherited, it runs in the family
Niggaz in the town got pounds of beef
Threaten
Spice got theirs I want mines G
Still got love for my folks
Lil' Ric, E-A-Ski, and Sonya see
Big Worm, Young Ric, be	-Boy, Mac Spoon, my whole click
a mac demon
Hit you up, leave your whole face screamin'
What you in for kid - bustin nuts?
Cats heard of me in street stories told inside this trap
Who
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie

Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Down south nigga,
Thats some real talk playaz will jock if real playaz write it
Can't tolerate some fake shit, not a minute of it
I go to M-Dee's for some Mac Dre and dub
show 'em how we do, what we do and why
Keep ballin' in our ride, driving show, I pass 'em by
You see our paper, haters hating but it's still all good
talk to police, though
You should know that I really don't care
Pull you by the hair, slit your throat, and I'll leave you right there
So beware it's
me
In some quiet town tying it down
That's right Mac still supplying it now
By the pounds, stop trying it now
I got my mind right nigga
a nigga from uptown wit' a million
Actin' bad, buyin' motherfuckin' buildins
Get out the way or give your cash to me
You see, I bring heat backed up by