Lyrics:
Southside, (Southside) the southside projects (Chiraq)
Pull up with a Big MAC, large fry on the side (bang-bang)
Live by the gun, die, (gang-gang) gang, none
One yourself and two - run up with three gats
A 4-5, or six shot seven let eight clap
The nine milli throw ten shots
Where your face at
And the mac
niggas
We don't fuck with the other side
They gon' make us bring them colors out
Any nigga standing by your side
It gon' be a double homicide
It's
Guru, uh uh uh Heavy D (Yeah)
Prodigy and Aaliyah (Mmhmm)
Lisa Lopez, J Dilla (Ok)
Freaky Tah, Jam Master Jay
Scott la Rock, Yee! Yee! Mac Dre
Dolla,
was carrying a 40
Packed a few punch
Just in case he's level 40
Yeah I'm lovin it so you know I keep a Mac
Catch a nigga Ridin wit it sittin on his lap
guess you should have protected it
Like you were instructed by Inspectah Deck
Next time come correct
Don’t project show some respect
I will deflect your
spark it up
That's a Mack with a MAC in a Tonka trunk
Like my uncle son, got some thump in here
Like a trumpet, huh, when it's crunk in here
When it's
You ain't findin my car you ain't ridin' the train,
Back in the day kids like you got robbed for their chains,
Step to me like a man and the hands get
shit no condolence
Over five hundred murders we not worried about covid
Mac eleven on the seat I push the coup like its stolen (Skrt skrt)
You a bullet
sittin' right by my side all day
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
It's
Bow wow
Me
Omarion
Here it comes
L
B
Dub
Gae
T
U
G
Yep!
she say
'Finna be the biggest out the bay
Since Mac Dre
Thizz God
Rather be the king of niggadom
Than a second class citizen
Ooh that's real talk
ways
No more ridin' on them niggaz for me, how I miss those days
Swore up and down you was a super thug, so it's told
But had compassion for your foes
lean down my throat
I'm sippin lean oh go yeah huh Gone, bitch
(And it freestyled by the way too
All this shit off the
Top, you know what I'm saying
You
get up off my
A bitch is nuttin' we easily fuck it
And we possessed by the cash and these guns we bustin'...
man
I swear we got it all, man
Fuck all of these niggas
And fuck all of these bitches
You tryna get me
I'm just grindin with my Glizzys
Ridin around
a chopper price get this low
See I cop em' in Atlanta bring
Em' back to Alabama Avenue
And tell them niggas "come and
Get it let's go"
Fifty in the Mac take
Aminé never fold (true)
I'm back on, back on, back on shit
They thought was hard, I passed on, bitch
I'm Dre I get my Mac on
If that ass is fast I
shot, he back spinnin' again
Ridin' with the fire bitch ain't never gon' see
Walkin' in with the day one in the head is a must
Dark in my flesh, say it
the Hubba Ledge or EMB
Shout out to Tommy G and Ray Barbee
Cause there ain't no party like a Bay Party
When Mac Dre died, I was brokenhearted
Show some
it lil nigga then die by the gun
See whatever you tryna do lil niggas I already done
So how the fuck you gon win lil nigga when I already won
falling, me falling, me falling
They don't wanna see me balling, me balling, me balling
Fuck it, man, I'm all in
I live by the code and it's death before
fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You know?
It's like, why you fuckin' with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my
fuckin' with the wrong nigga
You know?
It's like, why you fuckin' with the wrong nigga?
I was raised by thugs, schooled by killers
Learned my
a got a knack to get that change
Leader of the black gang, are-O-see mang
Bang like T-Mac, ski mask air it out
Gotta kill witnesses 'cause Free's
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