Testi:
Mac Row

a quarter century in the penitentiary Nastradamus predicted 50's the future, that's a fact money I run up on your workers with the mac, like where that

who you fuckin' wit son 'Fore we find out where ya bitch gets her hair and nails done Its elementary, life is but a dream You know row, row ya boat,

ass Shit, I don't do much, you know Mac, lay in the cut In the 'telly somewhere layin a smut Champelly, purple hayin it up Front row A layin it up Or

t be saved. I'm buckin', my nigga reinforcements comin' fast. Gave Rip the MAC-10, so we let them gun-gun blast on they ass. We rippin' chests' through vests, MAC

hear the crickets n the beat Rockwoller crazy Ok good evenin everyone and welcome to the track That u prolly downloaded from your pc or your mac Yes

Boogie To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop I say up jump tha Boogie to the Gang Bang Boogie To the rhythm of the streets it don't stop [MAC-11

em' Come thirsty nigga Punks be denied, ready to ride,willing to die, feeling me now Nigga get the right act in your mind Nigga get the acts back in a row

m the hood's best I dun travel the long road up on this rap quest strap vest young'n, North Carolina accent Don't act amped, Mac 10 bring truth with its

yo [Dom Pachino:] Offical warhead, infect ya brain tissue with poison lead Global patrol, first to make it go, buzzin' with morse code Strike 'em out, three in a row