Lyrics:
minutes
Give it an hour the record we making is looking it's finished
I wanna be winning, y'all wanting the women
I'm loading the Mac while I'm sippin'
outs
Never signed to a record company coz they played out
1st verse :
Im still as hungry as the day I began a thoroughbred man devising a plan spreadin
enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac, Philadelphia Freeway
And I'm back, without leavin' I'm here, but you can't see him
I gave you
the pack, this is a marathon
You start off fast then you weezin' in the back
So even if I slack, I got enough lee-way
To put out The Reason by the Mac
Yo, you know who doesn't like Mac Lethal?
Black people!
Everybody so I figured I'd euthanize
This quadruple-timing Suicide Girl
For some free
Pacquiao, but under the leather
Hold a mac with no pump and up one note the Grammy hour
Cold chemists taste the flow
It's numb meets copper rum, bluntin'
records, they hustlin'
Okay now Khaled told me kill 'em, he just told me kill 'em
Hundred for the Beamer, Kudos for the dealer
Murder, bet I wrote it,
That's where my stash at (uh-uh-uh)
I put my MAC down (yeah), that's where you lack at (yeah)
She need her candle lit (yeah), and I'ma wax that (got 'em)
That's where my stash at (uh-uh-uh)
I put my MAC down (yeah), that's where you lack at (yeah)
She need her candle lit (yeah), and I'ma wax that (got 'em)
touchin' more diesel than Shaq old lady boy
You did it I done it I get I punish
The shit that I come wit'll separate a rib from a stomach
I'm the boss
back
More than a mattress hoe
Hot potato red tomato
Rutabaga watch
How the record labels
Set the able
Tryna get you off
For ya Mac sauce having em
down
A flight of stairs, surely he would have said so explicitly by now."
Yeah, I guess so.
"Go to a McDonald's Playland, tie that big Officier Big Mac
Man Dad (records)
I'm afraid, y'all going mad (vic mensa)
Stinky feet gon' be all you have (disgusting)
Your impact muffled like the verse by Nav
it's fine.
Niggas can't stop what I do they don't like it. I want a mill. This shit getting old. Until it's in route I won't lacc by the sto. We stand
a toothpick
Clean up your act in fact go get a broomstick
The new school they do too much too soon
Then get schooled by old dudes on being cool
Think old school
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
a niggaz life, make it sound so sweet
I peel 'em back like corn-on-the-cob, cap peel 'em
Make 'em sound like a whore on the job
Witta Mac in the backpack,
Right by the Pacific Ocean
I sit in the sun chilling
Soaking up that good feeling.
S.H.E. Dub to the MaC
Blaze 1, When i go
I just hope that it's quik
Right by the Pacific Ocean
I sit in the sun chilling
Soaking up that good feeling.
S.H.E. Dub to the MAC
Blaze 1, When i go
I just hope that it's quick
records released by,
They favorite artist invaded they hearts and the way that it started my latest they'd have paid it regardless,
Ever been to a Tech
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
many minks, and so many leathers
The crib is surrounded by animal protesters
I'm a grown man, still livin' like I'm young
With the mind of an old man,
HKs with lasers on the top to aim at you
Bitch, I got AKs, I'm sprayin' boy, you not gon' make it through
Heard this old washed-up rap nigga was
Grown niggas treat me like they OG
Holdin' on to every word that the tiny loc speaks
I had a vision that nobody else could see
Sold my shit to D-Mac
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