song [Chorus:] It's my nigga, my nerve, my one love (you're my brother) The one who wouldn't change on a nigga (you're my brother, you're my brother)
song Chorus: it's my nigga, my nerve, my one love (you're my brother) The one who wouldn't change on a nigga (you're my brother, you're my brother) Cause
Traduzione: Mac. Mio Fratello.
6 ft 1 w/ lots of curls in my hair So much game I need to run for mayor, she steady pays me, but I never will pay her. Dayray and clute, they got my bizzack
wussup' To my man McBoo chillin on the boards with Barbara I got my man Skeff in the house My man Ty Right here standin next to me I got my man E-Marvelous
maker Headline hustler Money taker Better not turn around I'll stab you in the back And you don't know what I'm hiding Under my plastic mac, under my plastic mac
die They won't worry me Mama don't cry Bury me a G And I'll be staying strapped My mac-eleven make my nuts bigger I keep my finger on the trigger for
knows that my income is more than His pension, salary and then some Your daughter is my number one fan And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man So who's the mac
in his casket -- the aftermath More bodies being buried -- I'm losing my homies in a hurry They're relocating to the cemetary Got me worried, stressin, my
Am I going to Hell or will I reach Heav-en? (hell naw) After all this shit I did with my Mac-11 Did I sell my soul? Mama woulda saved me That's the way
other niggas Cause i'm down for my niggas I'm about to blaze with the Mac and spit rounds for my niggas Tear down for niggas Make 'em drown for my niggas
my niggas Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea (Master P) Uptown baby, don't clown baby It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay
stare Got a nigga saying "Ohhh girl" Come a little closer, I'm trying to make you out my boo girl Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby Coming
em leaking like a water fountain Count more cash than accounting I love what I do for a hobby I been flowing, since my mother was calling my brother RZA
of time My pops died of cancer, got a grown man crying Thoughts in my mind, to give up so I fell to my knees God fax me a picture, of my daughters sons
truck, matter fact it was a blood stained Rover The brother said his thugs ain't know ya Pulling off yelling "It ain't over" That's when my mind flipped
keeps my vision blurried From herb smoke, the minute I toke I'm known to go for broke I be the Microphone Wrecka (Come) step into my sector [Eightball