Lyrics:
sack, Benz and a Cadillac like a mack
Uhh, like a mack, uhh, like a mack
We're steady bein' pimped like a trick by the devil
And doin' it 'cause he
Im boutta smash out, lean out the Benz with the mack out
Im in my bag now, gettin that milk im a cash cow
My bitches is bad now, im that nigga i can
lined by a barber
Diamonds earring they came straight bank
(Woah) My wrist look like a fish tank
I'm balling like carter I came with bang
If you don't
name..
I'd rather die on my feet, than live on my knees
Nigga please, i cock and squeeze for..
Mafia
[notorious b.i.g.]
Representin bucktown
Mack 11's
Montana, loose cannon
He shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her a** fat, you
Montana
Loose cannon, he shot me so I had to do it
Put him in the dirt, put him in it first
I just sold a swammy with ten hommies on it
Her ass fat, you
through the night
King sized beds, Satin sheets gettin' right
Wear you out, leave my number by the phone
In the morn', I'm gone
chorus (sung
about?
I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out
Sipping on the Crystal
Bitches want to get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
10 toes 10 toes 10 toes down
10 toes 10 toes 10 toes 10 down
10 toes 10 toes 10 toes down
10 toes 10 toes 10 toes down
I just wanna do my shit
I just
they be robbin'
As long as Big Boi's still livin', never standin' by my lonesome
Step up n****, if you want some
[Chorus: x2]
Ain't no thang but
on the Crystal
Bitches wanna get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style
These bitches calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites
where i started sure ain't for me
the B.G.
that's the name I go by
test me
you die S Kangol why
hide out
at the club, slide out
ride out
yo'
All you want is what they perceiving as greed
So as you loaded up that mack and continue to buck em
I was on paper, thinking they don't give a fuck
watching
Verse 2 - Mack 10:
I got the hood on smash homey
And though I'm ballin full throttle
I'll never run outta gas homey
I'm so fly as the days go by
mack the knife
A there's a tugboat down by the river don't you know
Where a cement bag's a dropping on down
Woah that cement is just it's there for
on a few blocks (yeah)
And I pulled a few skirts on a few blocks (yeah)
If you dirt you feel the burst from my fuse box
Oh lordy there nobody like me
dirt
Behind that cash, get murked
I'm talkin' big shit, nigga, join my hit list, nigga
What's the matter? Check your bladder, I'm the shit, piss,
me)
This is a biotch, biotch
[Baby]
Come on nigga
Its them pimpin, ballin, gangster macks
Theys old school caddies with them bows and racks
The new
so bad hurt
niggaz on the turf wanna put my ass up in the dirt, cause I skirt
a Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O
or maybe cause I'm with
all smoke
we all get money and we all smoke pert, we all get money and we all smoke pert
(Chrous:X2) hit da dirt, hit da dirt , hit da dirt , hit
the lord for the days say my grace first
Grass look greener on this side
we came from the dirt
Get down on ya knees pray to me
i need face first
THIS
How do you like my wheels
Check out my wheels, hey
Now everybody smoke but I be higher than the birds go
My donk got big feet, I'm drivin' on the dirt
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
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