Lyrics:
step in (step in)
All blue hoodie coverin' up my weapon (weapon)
All blue Chucks, blue bandana hangin' (hangin')
Eastside Long Beach, 20 Crip gangin'
(I swear)
All I'm trynna do is hit a lick and put my dog on
Big time
Chuck the money up until it's all gone
Twenty niggas, hunnit chains
Bitch
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
now)
Started with a dollar and a dream!
I was fathered by the bastards
Pardon my mannerisms
The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him
a tantrum
Not my fault he was abandoned
Handsome, pissing in his mansion
Holding Robin ransom
Just needed the fandom
More like infamy
Blacked out Chuck
from Jonesboro I don't know
Where the fuck he from
But I don't even heard of that but
That nigga got the super rap
And that nigga got that super map
My
summer of 2000 with my Brudhas
Had weed in the duppas
Rocking chucks street hustlers
Knuck if u buck with us
Homie got the mac
I aint talking bout
out
Yeah who want the likes
I don’t want the clout
I ran out of fucks
Keep runnin' yo mouth
I shot all them ducks, then got my crown
My shit is designer
speakin' to Mac if you run to the mill
Beans? You got nothin' to spill
I bust raps just for the thrill
Okay, you got love for the game, it's better to have
Got your bitch in my room
Doing tricks like Moto x
Getting brain from your bitch
Call her an honor student
Now she's addicted
To what my dick did
Got
But hair on my cheek
and on my chest I got plenty
(Mac Maestro:)
Yeah check it out now
Next up yo, next up yo
Break it down, I break it down
Jazz
back..."
[Chuck D] Air
The fall began when Mickey Mack fell
Hell ripped his kneee drafted last by personnel
Oh how he loved the game, it was
left
I see motherf***ers staring like they want to step
So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's
Yeah, what's up?
Lil' Jon and my muthafuckin' nigga
Mac muthafuckin' Dre let's go
It's been a minute since they heard you, Dre
Check this out finna
If you're looking for me
I'll be in the corner
With my feet up, double cup
Chillin on the Mac like, what
Ain't paying attention, thats a fact
Don't
nonetheless
Ganja breath, talkin' to my babes but I need to get away
I'm waitin' for my kids 'cause I've got gangster DNA
You couldn't see me on my worst day
poverty was real
We got excited just to window shop
I was you before you nigga
Back when Nintendo drop bare knuckle brawls
My daddy was beatin' niggas
Up
fo tay
From my hood to yo' town its all about the cash
Got the check and the hoe checkin off in the stash
don't worry bout' nathan, we out there
[Chuck D]
Damn back again up on track again
Some of why'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set
Out of sight out of mind
Hyprocites
Like an Eagle
Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I, got more con in my verse than Chuck
And you don't want no motherfuckin'
wibble-wobble-wobble-wee while I make
But hocus-pocus and yippy-yi-yo, yay for dray and
"Klap your hands now"
Bon voyage, look out below cos umm
I got my socks on,
Prophesying metaphor for Chuck M out of Nappyville
You know, smarter descendant of martyrs
Cush in my Moorish veins before three-fifths of men were bartered
[Peedi Crakk]
It's not a game I'm from Philly
Go by the name P, Prizzy Mac Milly
Used to with Young Crizzy in the back rolling on twigs
People
Where you at? (I got it)
Where you at? (I got it)
Where you at? (I got it)
All my nigga's makin' money
Where you at? (where you at?)
Where you
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