Lyrics:
the motherfuckin' alarm off
And shoot this motherfuckers arm off
You niggas better smartin' up
Act like mac won't come through and spark shit up
Where the fuck
up
I don't care if you don't give a fuck
Easiest bands I'm running up
Talk on me and you fuck
Run my pad and get them bands
Yeah, bitch I'm with is
timin' is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus
And the hardest part
your hands off
Got it?
He's my boy
Got it? Good! Huh
Yeah
Sweet jealousy
This is revenge
'Cause it's me, me, me
Who'll be holding him
Tonight
from front to back
To my people in the world, where the fuck you at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where my niggaz is at?
Where the fuck my bitches at?
the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your little life like
of violent piranhas
You find another guy with my description
My prerogative is simply to
Annihilate you simply
I got fired from my job, but I gets busy
And I
in the deep so extend the mag
My boy got the stick he been playing tag
Only way out the gang is a body bag
You not original boy yous a copycat
Last
the third world
Decipher my deceiver, make him a believer
Spittin' Gem Stars words in my mic type receiver
Bond is my life, so I live by my word
Never
that I know
Fuckin’ up the party tonight
Let’s have the time of our Life
It feels right when you’re by my side
Let’s keep the party alive
Tonight (yeah)
sleeve
It sounds so hard talkin bout guns
'cause I got a 3-5-7-9 and a Mac11
Get drilled, tip toein by the minute
When 6 wit the clip showin
Nicca where ya
timin' is wrong
Your friends always tyin' up every line on your phone
Yeah, but tell them bitches that you'll always be my missus
And the hardest part
tellin'
No t no tellin' what a bitch'll do
Mac named Dre is a big fool, sick fool
And if you ain’t down then suck my dick, fool
I don’t give a fuck about
is your caliber
I just be winning all over my calendar
And I be grinning all on over my challenger
Pick up the pieces like I am scavenger
Boy I be
like
A man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy
At 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might
You heard me, you heard me
My gun got many ways to get you
You get hit with a missile and live
You would need barbed wire to stitch you
This is not
number
1, my middle name is Joanne
Given to me by my parents but Joanne
Was also the name of my father’s sister who I
Was named after she died in 1974
to go and damn near went blind
Young niggas at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the MAC-10 on the side of my
This is my voyage
Boy it's incredible exceptional
How I make illegible sketches to decibels
Something they can never do all my records do
The Matisse
to go and damn near went blind
Young niggas at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my clip
With the MAC-10 on the side of my
every fuckin verse/ we hit em where it hurt/ Oh.
Verse 2 > Will MAC
Guess who it is/ a nigga that a kidnap your kids/ duct tape the world throw a nigga
wind like Jordan it's damn near slicing the air
Tried to be the Bull it turns out you're more like an LA Ram shit
Oh my boy god damn huh, understand this
Check it out is it, money and women?
The funny beginnings tragic ending's
I can make a million and still
Not get enough of spending
And since my life is
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your
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