You do you, I do me Simple and plain Fam mover Hit hard like Zab Juda Mack come on I wrote the script with Mack Jr. Chorus Did I forget to mention (
had to find where they minds at So if it's time to shine and the lights flash Holding out my fingers to the sky in a tight grasp Then run like Jerry Rice
Henry Ford I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before I want more than the next man Respect, plus the cash big checks And mack on hoes like
even get gools 'Til it's time for rhythm city or either house of blues My niggas wit' me at your seat to pick my friends up My brother 'Rice in a mother
jump for joy And even though the kid rappin' I still got fiens in the hood puffin' on that Magic Dragon My guns under my pillow, I sleep wit' my shoes on Every single night me and my mack
comeback But didn't touch my score A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks
one change my thoughts, animals fly from Philly My appetites more big it's time for wildabeasts Adjust my skulls, seven eyes switch hydraulic scribbles And shrimps, mack
richard, some called him rick But if you knew him like me, you'd call him dick When we were growin up, we stuck with each other Like white on rice, he
[Chorus: Mannie Fresh (Mack 10)] x1 All I do Is think about fuckin' you (Yo) Got me gone, Pussy won't let me go home (That bitch is ba ba ba ba bad) Trick
fatha figure of today We need to find a better way We at the after party chillin' 'cuz we ain't no punks Some cats is in the back with Macks and gold
Flippin on magneto Never metal Without my bending Ending all existance, my rhymes blending Niggaz up and liquifying Punks are crying Crews are dying While the mack
palms itching Scratch that with a fat stack, of Benjamin Franklin, y'all better Back back trying to get my stack, I got a black mack in a black backpack
in his voice Now he's acting like he ain't rich and po' in it) Crock pots are steaming, Jasmine rice and Jack Mack With cornflake batter, it's cold in
(feat. Grant Rice, Kutt Calhoun, ig Krizz Kaliko,Marie RG) [Chorus:] I've been around the world I ya Freak so many girls I ya The women I done seen
yo your crew, switch siders When I come through, hey Cam Dick riders But I only mess with Navigators 528 6 drivers, big buyers, where you live we live liver Come through, stick your suppliers Mack
nice comeback, but didn't touch my score A Farrakhan listener, white world prisoner My frisk down is just like the state pen for visitors Ghetto red hots, guns, crack and macks
and balanced the slums Brought in a cat with a talent for guns Click quick to silence a Dunn Convoys of black limos Employs strapped with mack millos
magnificent Poo speak the unlipatent for the rhyme impatent complicate plenty circumtants I got enough friends to last my life fuck your feelings and your home town rice