Lyrics:
Sovereign, get random
You gotta lose yourself in the music
Stop thinking Nike just do it
Mac Dre, we bout to get stupid
Yo, yo, yo keep it movin'
Put your
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
rum and Coke, martini
Eyes poppin' out your head, Steve Buscemi
I do the math and it's good, Archimedes
Mr mac, ha, he know I'm on that Men in Black
the Mac, Melph, and Calio
Chorus
Second Verse (Lil' Ya):
Now I'm headed to the muthafuckin' Mac,
Stop at the Black Gate so I could get a fat sack,
Roll up
get-away
I hid away in the backstreets
Couldn't let the police jack me
Gotta be quiet, I'm on the down low
I got that ya yo movin' by the pound so
When
These Niggas fake it till they make it w they untrustworthy ass
niggas fraudulent they females suck me soft I'm off the gas
Keepin it movin they say Mac
HudMo Dope says "what's up?"
Go Dreamer's a (?), wish upon a star
I'm too cold for Pluto so I'm movin' back to Mars
This that spaceship, that space
menage
Just Mac (??) God, the sunlight hit the ice it's flawless
Run lights like I'm the king of New York, I'm lawless
Bitches, they want to hang like
808 Mafia
ATL Jacob
I'm in London with my slatts
I ain't see this comin' when I wasoutthere movin' packs
Iwas down bad on my ass,nigga, that's
Gotta cop a chain
With a Big Mac that screams my name
I'm a sly cat the beat got maimed
Gotta sell a track 'cause I need the fame
Bundled in a pack
me rollin'
Now the truth different, Mac come through Coupe roof missin'
I'm the truth til my fuckin' roof missin'
Mac stay stuck in the Coupe
Everything's always movin' at once
It answers to the needs, but never cares for the wants
Listen close, spit bars, it's how I define practice
Find
on
Hey fool
Shit, coolin'
Hittin' licks, movin'
Posted up with my fools
Getting high, we just foolin'
Hey fool
I'm so used to this jealousy
Stay on deck
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see D's, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by eighteen turned out
sleeve
It sounds so hard talkin bout guns
'cause I got a 3-5-7-9 and a Mac11
Get drilled, tip toein by the minute
When 6 wit the clip showin
Nicca where ya
& Yella Boy}
{Lil' Ya}
It's the mac from the motherfuckin' hood y'all
It's the mac from the motherfuckin' hood
{Yella Boy}
I'm sick and tired I'm sick
it movin'
Yo!
You don't like how I'm livin' well fuck you
Nostradamus style, make every line come true
Don't make me spit, predict your last
on a MAC 10
Hey fool
What up though?
Smokin', watchin' my roof fold
Waistline with my tool on it
Fake niggas, they fool's gold
Hey fool
Get shot nigga
time to chill
Hit em up cause I'm quick to erupt like this
Wet 'em up with the MAC scratch em off my list
Show em, the real meaning of drama you never
a chair, I can't stand niggas
We do walk-by's and hop outs
Got slidin' doors on that van nigga
Running niggas down back and forth
I'm like pass the torch
in dis bitch (hol' on (whole lotta Mac shit)).
Fa-Fa-Fulla dem bitches nah; I'm fulla dem bitches nah (fulla dem bitches nah)!
Yeah; fulla dem bitches
Hit you up bad, make you loose a few calories
I need to slow down
Movin through life at a high speed
Watchin all the slow runners pass by me
I can see
I'm cornered, I attack
Want a 'rarri, black on black
If I can't, mac on mac
Fuck wit me, can get wacked
Rip your heart out, one by one
If I can't, I'll
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