Lyrics:
some old school shooters that
Call they hammers toolies
My life a movie, lights cameras and action
You think it's rap til my
Homie pass me the Mac
done changed
You a rat before, you a rat now
If you was a mac before then you mac now
If you a pussy then you a pussy now nigga
And if you a pussy then
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
nigga (pop pop)
Crack life but we on tour nigga
Mac life let that thing roar nigga
I seen niggas go to early graves
For tryna play with hammers
In they
haters
And all my enemies
Hold up, Fast Flow
Mac 11, knock a nigga, dig up in the earth
Got a problem let me know
Got my niggas ready for the four four
MAC will leave a
Nigga look like Spongebob
I said all I know is Flex, shittin' on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like next
I rock YSL so
is the illest
Your style is played out like Arnold
And that "whatchu talkin 'bout Willis?"
7 Mac Elevens, 8 38s nine 9s, ten MAC 10s
The guns never
means
I'm not very able to pump a shotgun
And watch as you with the MAC or the Ruger
Nigga I got options
So while you play possum, I sit and watch 'em
was so fun
I had the best time of my life
When we took baths it was so cool
And that's why we're such mac's
And all the ladies say that
We're so cute
this hit make my people wanna
(jump jump)
Don't this hit make my people wanna
(jump jump)
Don't this hit make my people wanna
Jump, jump
The Mac Dad
ni Muteyaare
Uhh
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC
the stash, pop out the mac
Try and pop out ya back
More to sweat, i'll pop out ya rat
Come on man
I ain't got time for that love shit
Get outta here
Niggas
ni Muteyaare
Uhh
I got seven Mac-11's, about eight 38's
Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the shit's never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if you had MC
on me, it's attached (attached)
Name a nigga with the pack (pack)
Name a nigga with the sack (sack)
I love my Glock, I got the MAC (MAC)
She eat
on probation
Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees
Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees
Of two-ten
Not from an oven, but MAC-10
A MAC-20 maybe if I
right through your plastic Mac
(Substitute) I look all white but my dad was black
(Substitute) My fine-looking suit's really made out of sack
I was born
[Featuring see-Murder, Gambino Family, Mac, Master P]
[Master P]
We the worlds biggest click, No Limit niggas we riders
The worlds
on E
Down for whatever 'cause the homies roll deep
Finger on the trigger, bandana 'round the Mac
Ride through the hood with a cup full of 'Gnac
Ay
just let the bitch explain it
Mac, I think the girl that you speakin' 'bout
Was in fact, the same chick, late-night, creepin' out
Sneakin' out, my
Told her, "Run through mac and then Louis to get a bag for it"
I give you classics when you ask for it
I Vince Carter-ed everything Just Blaze threw
like a jihad
See me, slippin' in the streets, never be I
I creep, stay low, and never cease fire
I keep extra gats for extra cats
Yes it's the Mac
I'm going going back back to the Bay
Rest in peace Mac Dre
All I do is talk yay
In the club got them bottles on replay
Tryna break a record
and Hell and Moe
Thick ass niggas like be -Legit and E-Duece
.... Mac Shawn, Mac D-Shot and Little Bruce
The man behind the counter of the liqourstore
(You know) Mugzy and Tap that ass, T-Pup and Hell and Moe
Thick ass niggas like B-Legit and E-Duece
Puffer Lonzo and Mac Shawn, Mac D-Shot and Little
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