Letras:
D Mac Haters

people from the Bay all the way to D.C. Ask the boy R P an' K R E D About a hog, out the valley named Legitimate B I'm a mac, I rap on special request

philly cat playin' wit that silly rap Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down Haters wonderin'

can build statures of me Old money Benjamin Button, what, nuttin' Now super bad chicks givin' me Mac lovin' You'd think I ran the world like Michelle's husband You'd

a big black truck Should I shout out, "What the fuck?" Act like my rims ain't clean How you gon' ack like my neck don't bling? Haters get sprayed like

walk in the store, I love when they cop it Make you other rappers struggle to top it But this man flow with the greatest ease Never did care about the haters

WAH WAH (Crybaby) When I see them on the TV, them rapper's sounding like WAH WAH WAH (Whatcha crying bout?) [x2] If it's negative, I don't wanna hear it eliminating player haters

hater Watch how you rise, fall and thank me later Look in my eyes, I should not have to say it Look alive, these streets is complicated Hunt down, hurt, hang and hate the hater

on a rampage, time to gather all the GATS 'cause I'll come through, and I'ma leave you haters on the flats And you'd wish me, that I'm a nigga who don

Yeah! truDeezy With the two thousand and tweezy To all you playa haters Hate the playa, not the game, baby Uh, we gonna put it on ya Make it loud n clear