Lyrics:
„Yo, Mac!“
„Was geht ab?“
„Bruder, die Leute labbern nur Scheiße über Bantu Nation“
„Erzähl mal“
„Bruder, ich erzähl' dir, hör zu“
„Ja, okay“
WHOAH
Nowy Wac Toja skurwysyny to nie ja to on kurwa mać
Kurwa macie to dawaj to kurwa w pizdę głośniej
Kurwa Rozpierdol im łby chuj kurwa w sąsiadów
down
Out with the bloodclart, the metal out, MAC-11 spreading out
Pulling up, then getting out, man let the gun spark and jetting out
(B-b-b-b-bass)
Mmm, ATG Musick yo
I ain't beefin' over socials (No)
Pull up with the MAC, do their whole crew
(Glah) spent Dior money up in Nobu (Drip)
Weighin'
This a B test this a, this a
This a B test, come and get your feet wet
We got three TEC's, choppas, FN’s
Three MAC's
I don't need sex, bitch, get
her, focus on yourself 'cause that bitch been a cheater (ay, for real)
Mac 10, ARP, F&N, got different heaters (I got all caps)
These rappers
in the pipes when I hit the pedal
I put the racks and the goons on 'em
I got a MAC with a drum on 'em
Soon as the drop hit we laid on 'em
Two cups
on, motherfuckers, come on
I got seven MAC-11's, about eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's the shits never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if
swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like Mac
That's that computer love
And get that pussy when I took her to the funeral
Girl I'ma wear that ass
Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that pussy
But I don't go to the funeral
'Cause I'mma wear this ass out like a uniform
So ride this dick
Apple like Mac
That's that computer love
I kill that p****
But I don't go to the funeral
Cause I'mma wear this a** out like a uniform
So ride this dick
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
57, yes, yes, good for a D-Boy
Hand my MAC-11 to the engineer to record
Got the baddest women in the world for me to feed on
Double
tell that this a hit, until the MAC-10 blow
I got 32 shots, I ain't got to aim
I'll wave this bitch in your direction man (Ha-ha)
Beams, clips
the fire in the pipes when I hit the pedal
I put the racks and the goons on 'em
I got a MAC with a drum on 'em
Soon as the drop hit we laid on 'em
Two
on, motherfuckers, come on
I got seven MAC-11's, about eight .38's
Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's the shits never end
You can't touch my riches
Even if
the block ta tract dice
Late night, club night, Mac attract dikes
I pull up, Cadillac truck nice
Two guns, you know Mac pack gat twice
Gets that crack
cannons
We ran in habitats with masks and plastic gats
Stormin' through the house, screamin', "Where's this bastard's crack?"
I flash the MAC in front
the family, think mac's sweet like Cairo
Or soft like play-doh get knocked off like Fredo, Corleone
They find you with a hole in your dome
I roll with niggaz
then it come
For that I got two glocks and a k with a drum
That's what I ride with not what I got got ducked off
The mac, sweeper, the six shot,
Brr
Brr
Ayo
Ayo, controller of the exits
The ark keeps stormin' got a Mac on both sides
My shot keep pouring
Hold your head up all time
still a youth
And Auntie Nita kicked me out behind that .22
Baby J and Mac June, now it's me and Truth
Was buyin' bubbles 'fore I ever got to see
down, they're closing down another road
One way, system steals the show
Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
[Chorus]
There's more
they're closing down another road
One way, system steals the show
Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
There's more life, more life, more
they're closing down another road
One way, system steals the show
Mac the knife swigs a can and sings the day away
There's more life, more life, more
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