Lyrics:
Fuckin' they head like that
My little young cousin Mac Mall up in this bitch
From the V-Town nigga I thought you thought all the time
Up in they, bitch
Figga nometry.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah.
It's yo folks Mac Mall
Always keep my shit mayne. Ya know?!
We through here.
Yeah yeah!
Where
The drought is over, the drought is over, Mac Mall
Got that perfect drug
Some of that supernova game that I know you love
Record stores double up, rap shows
the mall out
Fuck the fallout
Word is Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me
Fuckin' real
Here's the deal
I got a hundred bricks, 14-5 a piece
that real-ass nigga you been runnin from
Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare
While the black babies die without health care
[ Mac Mall ]
Now
gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out
Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch, I bet they pussy
The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here's
Figga nometry.
Yeah yeah yeah yeah.
It's yo folks Mac Mall
Always keep my shit mayne. Ya know?!
We through here.
Yeah yeah!
Where
of death (yeah, death)
Still thuggin on the streets (yeah)
Cause we the last ones left
[verse 3 - mac mall]
I take this thug shit seriously
Bought dirty
Its a new chapter im all in so steady
Mac with the cheese yea the sauce game is deadly
Back on that wall yea that trauma get heavy
Never been soft
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Every time I leave
I tell her
I be right back
No text
No reply
Because I be
Right back
Gave these niggas
Time now
I'm right back
Grip her by
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
oh, my pop, and my little sister
All hopped in the car
We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall
My mom started bugging with the clothes she chose
I didn't
the building and I'm feeling myself
Rest in peace, Mac Dre, I'ma do it for the Bay
Okay, getting paid, we'll holler whenever that stop
My team good, we don't
I wake up
I recognize you're lookin' at me
For the pay cut
But homicide be lookin' at you
From the face down
What Mac-11 even boom with the bass down
stop gettin' involved in some shit when you not involved
Or maybe you go for a walk somewhere that is not a mall
What's your baby's shoe size? Could
at the mall spendin' up all his riches
With this girl on his hip smilin' from cheek to cheek
And he was tellin' me some bullshit about gettin' married in
It's the best in the West
And the Southeast beast
Gold teeth, gold chain with a gold head freak
Yao Ming Mac-11, codeine purple heaven
'Cause I'm Max
with your kids so you owe one
Had my man in the can while you takin' out the trash
He gon' pop with the MAC like, "Don't run"
Gave her a pill, they
daddy wouldn't abandon us
I gotta backpack full of tracts and I keep it on the Johnny Mac
So are you ready to jam with us
So let's go, give me the word
nut on her face (Chasethemoney, Chasethemoney)
Ooh-wee, girl, smile for the face cam (ew)
Big truck, four by four
Might be a Ram, change the color
through the 'jects, pump to your chin while you naked
I'm respected by the OGs, the gangstas, and parolees
That smoke the K2, they don't blow trees
But
Robert Willy Dennis
Free Dane and free Mall free bands
Bitch I'm at the mall it's Philthy
I got my 40 with the 30 cocked up shootin' broad day(Bang
We got FNs, MACs and TECs
We got AKs with the drums (Bang bang)
And all of youngins just in my
Hood love playin' with guns (Bang bang)
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