I'm riding with my fire Haters (They Some) Haters (They Some) Haters (They Some) Haters [Verse 3: D-Mac] I got haters over here, haters over there I'
the back, no more walking now, you cough for pound Hitmen, slickmen cant bang with us Clips & spit 10 nigga aim & bust Cant discuss, the facts just clutch your mac
brain while tryin to explain why real niggas need to stick to the game It's the same got these motherfuckers changin' on me Jealous-ass player-haters
in the Chevy wit hella speed hopped up out my vehic seen cops hidin' in the trees slapped my mutha fuckin' Mac-10 cuz them P.D.'s they will bleed in my
like Al Pacino Or Robert De Niro Casino The ghetto is pitch dark For the street's of messenger, the story like Joan of Arc First spark with Stapleton park Gladiators and D&D
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never
it goes down, like this, like this (Into my des-ti-ny , now I see now I see) And it goes like this, like this (Was once confused by these haters, now
the grind, rain or shine, for the fetti bro Work comin in and movin out with the steady flow Boys out of line, pull the thing out, let it go Always G'd
I?m sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back Hand to hand like I?m workin the sack And I work out wit my arms so I?ll have no problem workin the mac
still say R.I.P. to that Pimp C on back of that 'Llac And I keep these broads goin crazy, talk so much smack on my tracks Because I'm a mack/Mac like
(feat. Mac, Mr. Serv-On) [C-Murder] Yeah, check this shit out. This is for all my real tank dogs My No Limit soldiers out there buying my shit Ya know
(feat. Mac, Kane, Abel) [C-Murder] Wha? Ghetto boy Just a lil' Ghetto Boy Chorus A lil', a lil', a lil', a lil', a lil', a lil' Just a lil' ghetto
shit supposed to be Gold chain chokin' me, cocaine provokin' me To live my destiny, jacuzzi waters soakin' me Floatin in a smokin Durango, doin my thing yo My mac
can show you how to pimp a ho And if you want it, you can get it nigga - friend of foe I keeps the mac milli low Itchy for nothin to crack so I can snap
Yeah It's the jack boy It's that new shit It's that #2 shit, yeah Come on nigga you know what the shit is nigga D-R [Verse 1: The Jacka] They say we
your shit folk, get wrong, silencer hit home ugly when they hit home tell them sucka niggaz we from Southside we been on, we been on [Brolic D:] Now
a stay this way until the day a nigga die ay [Verse 2: D-Mac] Walkin through the club, bitches scream my name Just like J.D money ain't a thang Ball