for all y'all to meet D-Mac I'm Here! [Verse 2: D-Mac] Yeah, attitude like fuck the world If I make you sick go fucking hurl I'm the mac homeboy I don
now I'm ready to go, cause I'm open now Competition that's dissin gets broken down So just sit down, clown, or I'm smackin ya Cause I'm rough, yet smooth
I dont play y'all niggaz, I spray y'all niggaz Leave bodies roasted, flame y'all niggaz I dont game y'all bitches, I tame y'all bitches D-1 told me aim
I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In
is will I live? No one in the world loves me I'm headed for danger, don't trust strangers Put one in the chamber whenever I'm feelin this anger Don't
d better jet when I hit your set cause I'm commin'. Start runnin' yellin' "evil mind" as I'm gunnin'. One in the chamber for the anger that I build inside
Give a holla to my niggas in the pen. And my murderous parteners wit their Mac 10's. I represent the real cuz I'm ill, G. Glock cocked and then they kill me. I'm
me Cause I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit Got a pistol motherfucker try to pull quick And just cause i'm rappin don't mean I ain't scrappin And if
but now I'm sick of strugglin I thought about bumpin, but mother-fuck jugglin I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker But I'd rather use my gun
(50 Cent) I'm on parole, I used to be on probaaaaaation I'm with my gun I get full coporaaaaaation I tell you "take it off" no hesitaaaaaation Nigga
rims, I just laugh, pa I catch stunts when I ain't tryin I ain't lyin, I sit Dom P til I split up Keep my rent split up Get outta line, I get you hit
this and that, I'm just, I'm just, I'm just the best" [Verse] Either I'm trippin' off the ecstasy Or I could feel the world turnin' I'm havin' flashbacks, I
call the police on me Thats why the D's in the precinct know me They know 'bout my rap shit, they know bout how i clap people I'm like I'm in a track
Nigga, I'm the stem, you the crack I'm the clip, you the gat I'm the glock, you the mac I'm the artist, you the trap I'm a pen, you the pad I'm the Dutch
straight up I'm grimy, yeah my friends killed my friends Like Blackey, he did that shit to him Get at me, I'm back strapped up again I tried, I can't change, I
a cross For the nigga I lost One slug took the life of my young thug in cold blood R.I.P. to every daddy on Ken D I'm missing ya'll till this cold earth
in the penn, doing fifty to life I'm a soldier till I die, mutherfuck 3 strikes I remember b-balling with my niggas for fun If I bust then you bust, I
