Lyrics:
then ran through the alley must have been a coward
No more hit 'em up like in the old days
homies scrab with Mack 10s and AKs
that's why I roll by
recognizes real, so yo, no one cares
The chief executive mack, in so deep you can't imagine
I've seen the beatdowns, the gunfights, plus the paddywagon
See
[DMX]
Sometimes I will take my brother by the arm
Other times I will take my brother by the shoulder
Then there are times I will take my brother
They say the devil wears prada probably dolce and gabbana
And I've never been stunna, mack, playa, don dada
I just always wanted someone to go half
the V.I.P. where everybody high fash-ion
Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo' satisfaction
And it's, bound to happen like latins goin platinum
Now we, in it lookin
money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where it hurts, I ride or die for my turf
I ride or die for Makaveli
recognizes real, so yo, no one cares
The chief executive mack, in so deep you can't imagine
I've seen the beat downs, the gunfights, plus the paddy wagon
of your clothes
Every article of clothing, except for the,
Leave the pumps on girl, I like that
Enough of the kissin and huggin..
[Chorus x2]
We should be
W.C. and Mack 10
What's your name girlfriend
You can have some fun wit us lay in the sun wit us
Pack a gun wit us and make a run wit us
To these illegal
the grung
Like gyal bounce 'pon bed
Me chrissin some oskell busta seh
Him cum crush that endz
Old Mack 10s, skull crack, dem door lock
Man pull that Den full
Bring the pain
Bitch ya'll ain't ready for us
Miphia style
Flip Time
98
Rollin' like dees
Smoke the trees bitch
Chorus x2
We
the ceiling
I'm chillin', I'm illin'
With my guts all over the ceiling
(Chorus X4) I'm chillin, I'm illin
With my guts all over the ceiling
Oh, you'll never
became cool? I dunno
Gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite
OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can
I brought the baddest broad in
by hate, driven by hate
[Chorus]
If you keep on putting me down
Rub my name into the ground
I'll drag the dirt all over town about you
And if
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?)
And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n****
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!)
In the hood,
your chest, push you by your neighbor door
Niggas gettin' hype, better tell your man to chill
Cause I got the Hawk Mack, got the cannon still
So if
Talking
Chorus-DJ Paul-(8x)
I'd rather die a soldier
Than nigga live a coward
(Lord Infamous)
Bullets are spittin' alright
I will let
crack is wrong, god forgive me for my sins
I bust my mack ten and them claps I'm spinnin' in
[Chorus]
We different, you can call us the Murdera's
We
to Chipp, told him count it fast, another 10 in my bloomers
Fuck the rumors, it's lies, baby, you my daddy
Bitches never saw me jumping out of Dirt Dog's
I grew up on the edge of a cornfield at the end of a long dirt road
Carolina plow boy, ain't had a free summer since I was ten years old
Mama made us
back from Hollywood
And I ain't changed a lick
Though, I know I probably should
But, what I'm doin' is not a good look
I never did it by the good
and detour thought more
minds with signs of minds on 8 by 10
class when atomic lines
You keep a deep thought, bop bought
My planet court
A-T
A-T
This some real Pluto shit, nigga
Out the muhfuckin' mud, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
Out the dirt, nigga, out the soil of this shit
you know how I get with these macks and these techs
Blaze 'em down gives a fuck about the next nigga rep
Play around find yourself getting' cheated by
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