Lyrics:
The pit-bull's affiliated
Yeah, the trespasser's getting bust on
G shit even the coupe's got Chucks on
Yeah this is my mother fuckin' house nigga
This is where I
(mac)
Ya yea, I got the racks um
I got the mac in the backpack yea give me a at
Yea yea ready for that (yea)
Ready for scraps yea
30 hang up out my just
flashin' on my wrist like it's sponsored by Kodak
My feed got em Thursday like a motherfuckin Throwback
Bitches all in a panic, they better pop em a Prozac
mac,
I got a bitch with fake tits, my name on her back
She cooks she cleans for me
Stays with the strap, so a nigga act up, playin games it's a wrap
My
gunshots is promised to me, when will I stop?
I hit the weed and hope to God I can fly high
Witness my enemies die when I ride by, they shouldn't have
the boss to bring my car in
I could probably take your chick, but I just wouldn't 'cause she's jarrin', oh
I got the sauce (sauce), don't know what you
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
to the cupholder
Dog we can get this shit over, I got ten on the Game
Let's say that Lee Harvey crack ya brain
Ain't gotta look over my shoulder, I'm good with
Mistake of a rookie
Eh, Eh
I got a bag today
So what I do, what I do, eh, eh I bought a Mac today
I’m loading it up, I don’t give a fuck, they knowing
Let's get it!
Got my windows rolled up
'Cause my niggas rolled up
As we riding down Rosecrans
Hit the bottle on the low
Look around to make
up, stand up
Got so much to shout about
What the one percent is gettin' out
Recession, depression, desperation due
Never have so many been screwed by
birthday I got my cake up
They was snoozing on me now it's time to wake they game up
Wake they game up they can't press the snooze
Know I'm bout my bag you
I put on my mask
I'm a different cat
When I look at the strap
All I see is stats
If I say it I mean it
I got it tat
If I say it I mean
Ima live by
I got bands I got bands I got bands I got bands
My I.T bands My I.T bands My I.T bands My I.T bands
Bands... bands... bands...
So much power in
kill my vibe, bitch don't kill my vibe
I can feel your energy from two planets away
I got my drink, I got my music
I would share it but today I'm
Been infused by Craig Hodges and Abdul-Rauf
Examples like Olympic, Black Power salutes
To Panther troops, I saw as I pursued my truth
If racism is
all my guap
Do this for my Scum niggas
Man, they all I got, uh
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But this MAC-11 take his soul
Tag his toe, burn
somethin' I tried to study
But I got my hands bloody, yeah
They said I could sing like a jaybird
But nigga, don't say the J-word
I thought they was
Yeah
I got this bitch turnt up right now
That bitch a lie
I Mac her out yeah
I Mac her out
I don't know these niggas by name
I just know them by faces
burgers, we got MAC's
Lackin', get checked pounds, untrapped
Money, get that
Bitch, my name Doc
I'm the one that is chosen
I hustle harder than Cleo wit’ X
Walking around wit that Mac
Bitch that the sound of the mac
I point a finger my boys they attack
Bullets gone hit you like they came from dak
I think I
on me
Either with the crew
My bitch
Or by my lonely
Aye
But when I’m in the spot
Hoes gone bop
Dusty niggas gone jock
Like that
Step up in the spot
weed
Me took me some weed, and me rolled it up, yes my brother, I fired it up
Me got the fire weed, that fire weed, ooh I like that fire weed
That
my own thing
Put my mama in a mansion, had to relocate
Remember playing hide and seek in a crawl space
Now I could play it in a sixteen-room by
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