schemes See the image fadin into view from a black screen A frail grandmother pack a heavy mac-teen We fiend slash machines in the struggle and things .. .. bloody
s ringin' the bell Somebody's knockin' on the door and we got em all scared as hell But you ain't gotta open up still I bust through Like a Mac truck
ll make ya sick But its that season so my reason is legit I'm havin fits, I've dreamed of eatin bloody pussy clit since I was 6 I fiend for dead pussy
test I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof vest Just purchased the charter arms .38 Then you entered the confetti hell gate On the pee(?) floor bloody
Sewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so here to torment I put track on crack And I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten Mac Yo, I breaks em
incredible while lightin' yo ass up, You look a lil red, we getting that cash up. See where we from, The 50s are bloody and the 100-dollar bill is dirty
Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets That's why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody
them switches, got them bitches in a daze Niggaz on the gank, smokin' dank, goin' nuts And all I see is dope and dead niggaz bloody guts Sometimes
thirty-eight caliber style swayin Open your mind to visualize what I'm sayin The products of the streets don't be playin It's a bloody ambush like a
You punks, get outta line, and I cock back, bloody ya tee Pull ya top back, drive through at McDonald's In front of Ronald, put ya brains on ya Big Mac
[Fila Phil] Started hittin' hustle when I was just lil' Then I grab me a mac, I say me first piece of steel-ah Killin' motherfuckers, god as my witness
comes the pain, one in your brain frame Niggas is thinkin' this shit is a game Slip in a clip in the MAC Clack, what's my name? Big Pun Go for your guns
your moms get you a Burberry suit so you look good in that casket It's {*reversed*} you faggots, desperado in tact June, Drago, The Game and D-Mac (holla
(feat. Mac, Magic, QB) [Ghetto Commission] I'm from the dirty south where niggas go to prison just by word of mouth Slangin quarter keys to make them
I put you in the firing line and hit you off with the nine And bounce with the 40oz. off on a mission Itchin to send a nigga to the mortician Leavin a bloody
better buy a cleaning kit teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest you pop off they pop back and you get left a bloody mess mac 11 mac 10 time
shells crushed. [Verse 4: Ali Vegas] The informers name was Rudy the vet him and his young team of gunslingers palm Uzi's and Tecks we could bloody