Lyrics:
subutex, I'm talkin mac 10's
Slide by the stash it got all kinds of dirty weapons
Incase y'all want war, Ima soldier for my brethren
Red beam, ya that
gettin' thinner
Shannon is cool but her mind is gone
One fat rock and it's goin' on
She had another buddy, came by my place
Thick ass bitch, said her
they're
Not goin' anywhere
But I'm not moving out
I guess that I've got to live with all these roommates (roommates)
I guess that I've got to live with
word and hand shake are all you need
Folks know if they're falling on hard times
They can fall back on
Those of us raised up down home
When I was
style ain't fit, you need to flip the script
and get on it, you might think it's all about that bullshit
But shit get real, with a mac and two
barely home, she never had a clue
That nigga Mac found his daddy's tool for bullies after school
He was all alone, they pulled up but they didn't know what
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
I don't eat no ham n' eggs, 'cause they're high in cholesterol
A yo, Phife do you eat em? No, Tip do you eat em?
Uh huh, not at all(again)
I don't
Gettin shackled on the bus first thing come Monday
Hopin in your mind you'll be released one day
But knowin, home is a place you're not goin for a long
a million melodies
That capture hearts across the world
But I telling you frankly
This one right here (Right here) hits home
Oh the rhythm compels me
[DJ: This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
goin' on. Hello, who is
the bag
Bust him in his ass and dash
Un cock the mag
Kill him I don't need no mask
We Identify each other nigga Mac and Brad
Who you know but Mac
you now the summer's dry
I tell you now the summer's dry.
SONG:
GOIN' HOME
They can never take what's in your soul
And they can never break what
home the bitches
I took a hoe to the crib, and yo, bust it
I used my last rubber, knowin I could trust it
But goin up in this bitch, I could barely
'm throwin a shot back
Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat
Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back
Open the mac's mouth and black out
And three weeks later, he let me go back home.
But I laid in bed three weeks just thinkin'
"I believe I coulda took him if I hadn't been drinkin',
So
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
grown up and old, and beyond the cops' control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin' to bag me and get rocked steady
By the MAC one-double, I
They're goin' around
And they're handin' it over, handin' it over
We all have been to the still place [???]
We all have learned the lightness
I carry
by
Got me goin' hard just to ease the stress (goin' harder)
Jesus piece, help remind me that I'm blessed
Ayy, I can't deny it, you don't wanna
word and hand shake are all you need
Folks know if they're falling on hard times
They can fall back on
Those of us raised up down home
When I was
guy
Y'all know what I'm talkin' bout
But some females are just - ugh! I can't stand 'em
Anyways
It's like that and like this
Alotta females try t' pull
there for tea
They lost one more they're down from four to my favorite number three
But they're still quite spicy as the orange flavor
And oh so nice
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