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Jealousy, it leave a bitter taste (ya) 
I know success, got what it takes 
I’m buckled down, my chucks laced 
Doobies like Lawrence Tay
& I’m flicking ash

Secluded in my thoughts in fear
No one to talk to, no one there
Not even a voice, not even an ear
No one alive, no one to care
Now I got a power circle, now

apple, we got the MACs
Feline, you pussy like cats
Iraq, we be strapped
Your bitch honor roll, way she get passed
TUH!

Honor roll way she get passed
Pull

I got the plug like WiFi
I get high like tie die
By the ocean sip a mai tai
You don't the want beef
Better take yo ass to five guys
Man it's funny

Dead Bodies

Prodigy

Compton King

2008

wutchu tryin' do that
I suggest you do not
My chain is hot, what's more hot than that
That's how I murda music, that's why your broads on my back
Got

Playing chess wo y3 d3n kye me kwakwa  
 
Last laugh Nyame, y3 ne mo sere kwa  
 
Beyond the shadow of doubt 
 
 
 
(Blow my own horn Mac Tontoh) 
 
Wo

Back N da Hood

Mac Dre

Back 'N Da Hood [Bonus Track]

2001

Sense and fince to get shipped to Wasco
I'm stuck like chuck way down south
When I need to be at home with a joint in my mouth
Smoking and choking on some

knows I really miss her
I got my nephew willing nig** tweaking off the mixture
I got my nephew willing nig**, you get the picture

I am original, not

The Start of Your Ending (41st Side)

Mobb Deep

The Infamous

1995

Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed

read up everything
Every book that I can see
While these others went to college
I got my knowledge for free
Philosophy, theology, paleoanthropology

my drank
Monster clouds when I be puffing my dank
Oh my
Lemme see that
How you wiggle like the ocean when you dip that
Baby girl you got that potion

and Drake ain’t built for
this the same sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for
I’m still counting what hardcore generated
bet my sh-t keeps spinning like

That boy carry a Mac why he always be beefin
Said I'm pullin her hair nigga you got a weave in
And I'm off of the drugs yeah this shit got me leanin

business

Grab by the neck
And I'm spitting on him
Chambered the mac
I be gripping on it
Make him deep throat this big black
With his eyes going back
You can

up by a rat 
This shit come with cheese and I ain't talking about no mac 
I'm a rolling stone and I keep rolling off a flat
FYN my brothers I been

breaking bad 
Thats all day in the lab 
Got scales , got grams then trap
Surrounded by fiends and rats

My big bro said watch and learn 
ima tell you how

Drop Dead

Frank Zappa

Thing-Fish

Frank zappa (guitar, synclavier)
Steve vai (guitar)
Ray white (guitar, vocals)
Tommy mars (keyboards)
Chuck wild (piano)
Arthur barrow (bass)
Scott

smile
I only wanna see you smile
Smile, oh smile, oh yeah

(Verse 2: CJ Mac)
How many words can make a average man sit and try
Picture my lies, throwin

To be weighed out
Ready to be tested by Tico
Then we comin' straight out
Anything other than next

Cats will start to fade out
From my Mac
Havin' his own

nigga, the men in black couldn't guard 'em

Verse 2:
I'm a diplomat OG, you's a midget scrap stop
'Fore this fifth or Mac pop, sit you in a black box
Got

means you better be ducking, ready for the mac
I'm wrapping so quick, spitting so clean
The boom bap king just came into the scene
Running through my

pushin up on these niggas, they don't Got no issues
I ain't gon' stop until I got five, six figure
Fuck that, times that by 2 to my nigga
Want smoke bout

my meds
I got some peeps that'll take u off
Just for the bread
And by take u off
I mean it's off wit ya head
I got sick Thoughts nigga
I got sick

make ya chick appease
My food got soul
Make ya dinner breathe
When ya ego go
Left with inner-ease
Vow like e i o
Shoot like G.I Joe
Give each I owe
Move