Lyrics:
heard you won a Heisman
I hit up the plug, tell him send me some weight
Ima make somethin' shake, get it gone by some days
I remember I was broke, that
Yea, it's that knock right here
You fuck around not have the right speakers in your system
Your shit be soundin' like this
Big thangs, thick
mackin' you when that Mac-11 start flamin' on ya.
You better keep your punk-ass from trying me.
You better try a taste-test before you think of trying
Mac I'm making history Let's go Hey
I'm talking shit and now they tryna get to me
Mac rich don't stop you can do it I tell myself one day that imma
and start gunnin'
Die motherfuckers don't fuck with me
I'LL have you stankin' for days, hangin' up in a tree
I said now die motherfuckers don't fuck with me
shit I bought you
Bitch I want it back
You lied to me return of the Mac
I told you that I want you
Let em put you on peep it though
(That I need you)
I
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
[Verse 1: Mac Dre]
I'm a hutch-peeler with much scrilla and I love to get high, homie
Shady character like Don King, so you better keep your eye
(And they flew, yeah)
I've waited my Days without you
Now she coming, now she want to fuck me
Bitch I'm out the county, you just gonna have to describe
lookin' at his watch
Motherfucker, well the time is now
Go clap your hands, let me hear you say, "That's the jam"
See I wouldn't be shit if I ain't have
root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math, I'm a motherfucking G nigga
It's all on me now, as you can see now
I'm gon' get this money and I will not be
MAC, for the chit-chat
Did the drive-by, in the matte-black Hellcat
Picked up an opp bitch in the same Hellcat (yeah)
Suck on the dick, now the bitch
dumpin
And that uh
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things that I bring?
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight, 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac
you grew up in the hood you got no option
If you ran into the hood then that's your problem
Hi mom I'm a blood now what you know bout it
On this side
21st century wiseman, raps come from the highlands
From a mountain on the islands, strike me down where I stand
And I stand adjacent to a colossal
out
Just call me Louis
I’ma kill the groove by Danny Mac
Is lethal with the skill i am the king
I order you to have a pizza every meal
You acting cheesy
the discrepancies of my deal
Like the millions that y'all owe me, I gotta audit y'all for real
But you changed my life, that's my word
Took a young kid out
Christ
Who came to die for me
Thank you for strengthen my path
By your grace I am a leaving testimony
Wiseman build his house upon a Rock
Storm
one we have been friends
*When you call me I'll be there for you
*Baby you're that gat the keys to my heart
* Baby you're the one girl that blows my
jumped out with that chrome
He crossed the line, now he a dead guy
Jump out the Jag, up with
The Mac like, "Pussy boy
I'm tryna see what you on"
By
sign, can't nobody hold me down
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and have a good
a man down; make that nigga backspin.
Trapped up; a madman.
We blastin', you're collapsin'; heavily light, my gold Mac 10.
Get imprisoned with dem
let me show you what it's where I'm from
Ya hear me....it's like this
Listen up brick uh, yeah I said, I said
Now where I'm from we got fiends
Chorus:
Here's a lil'story bout some niccas like we
Never should have been let out the elemantary
Dolla Boy and I would like to say
That I'm
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