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and cheffed that up
Slap it off (woo)
GSR stuck on my leather glove (grr, bang)
Shotguns, hand tings, MAC-10s, Berettas
M9, he knows what the pellet does

And snwep dog he got some fuego by the case load
And Buddha just bought some Rugars
For the shooters
I black and pull a Mac out
Blow yah back out
I spazz out

the lil mac, daddy yo bitch must be smoking that crack,
Must be toking that benefit check, whoopsie, daisy
Must be racking up lines on a rack 
Sucking dick

Stackin' up bodies by dozens
I just want all the destruction

Drift-Zoku
Drift-Zoku
Drift-Zoku
Drift-Zoku

Drift-Zoku
Drift-Zoku
Drift-Zoku
Drift-Zoku

carry carbons unless its extendo
They keep backing up from sticks like it's a limbo

Sold my love for some drugs I don't need dat shit
I can thug it by

I get that cherry blossom flavour, when I'm kissing on her lip
Yeah, I'm pulling up at 5, so I'm killing it by 6
Yeah, the body be heaven; so I'm

no I'm not gonna open that door.
Is it Superficial
Ooooh oohh
Superficial
Haa haa
No good
I know
I don't know why I continue though
Saint up
Chris

Be Yo Self

Big Syke

Be Yo Self

1996

by Gs, you can check,
Pickin' up my minum, hit 'em, leaving 'em wrecked,
Fuck yo set, now I'm older wid bouldgers and birds
Overseas bringin' kis

me
He gotta chopper n a mac 
N he magic wit dat
It spit fast like mystical that mean you wont be back
My x a gangsta like Mia n she ride like Mercedes

knee
Im like a linebacker don't run it by me
My two best friends will accompany me
And right now they are in my dungarees sleep
One name Mac one name

The Oppression... ( end of chorus bar)

Steelo verse
From da land of da Goya... I came up a destroyer... I control many things cept my state of paranoia...  everyday

Repeat 2xs
V1:
They say hate real the love bitter
I Keep The grass so low where the  snakes slither
We Slide by and kill the whispers
With these hollow

I’m smoking OG by the OZ 
Pussy boi don’t know me get In my face get KD
30 left 5 in his chest 
Hollows hit 
Rip off his flesh 
This stick make you

and stay making classics
That's a fact tho
Niggas quick to back door with
The Mac though
N I ain't talking bout Apple
Assholes get waxed on every track
I'm

but im hopin she dont play me like a sony you gotta show me yeaaa 
Me dont steal but me wanna take (gimmie dat) Move ya body like ya wanna break it (yea

Food on da prison tray, lock you and ya whole crew, for something you didnt do
Tighten up ya loose screw, before dem b*****s grip you
Life inna prision

well when I'm done with that
He a snitch, big rat, suggest you don't do that
Nines, forty cals and we keep them macs
Ho ho ho, pulled up with Rudolph

Yuh
Was blinded by much of her beauty
To bag her was my call of duty
My god and Look how she do me always
I took it to simp nigga sad hours
My niggas

mac
Gimmie my cheese
On yo knees
Baby please
Nigga by I'm too high
You blow that shit ima blow yo mind
Take your time fall in line
Bitches ain shit

baby this a trap house
Maybe one day gang will put the mac down
I be up selling raw
Swear this shit the smack down
Dat boy cap put a hole in his hat now

Marmalade

Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

Deja Vu [7 Track Single]

1997

and relax while these grands change hands 
Stand tall, stick yo chest out boy 
And be a man 
You bust one, you let them all-out, and go all-out 
Wit' dat