(Talking) Yeah this one is dedicated to anybody that lost somebody wether they locked up gone pasted away or just aint here no more seems like it just
G I pulled off and see some hutches on the corner But just be Cause it's buisiness as usal, Eat, p, and d But it's MD and me Drinkin and drivin the G,
The Ear You Ain't Got To Home But You Got To Leave From Here Simple And Plain No Strings Attached I'm Lettin You Know That I'm A Certified Mac I Hit
like Federline F**k a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac The weed good price, plus it smoke speci
a do it The South gon' love it - chop it {SCREW IT} Slow it down, then bring it back up G-G-G U-NO! Nigga, it's Young Buck! [Verse 7: Young Buck] I'm
I kick em Niggaz die from automatic gunfire Your time to expire, nobody cry every man gotta die When they bury me, they bury me a G Rest in peace, to
the real to take the mic flow Deadly, rock a head G, check the melody Niggaz can't touch me when I wreckin G you better flee Cause I'm gifted with a
to a hell raisin' heavanly son. See the doctor tried to smack me but I smacked him back, My first words were "thug for life" and "Papa pass the Mac."
that money man (Lets get that money man) [50 Cent:] G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit G Unit G Unit UTP G Unit UTP G Unit UTP G Unit UTP
and villas Overseas and what was me, I found out other MC's been tryin to find ya route (haha) It's ill when MC's used to be on other shit (yeah, c'mon
all those, caps get peeled quicker than e-mail to your ass sayin, "Kill kill kill!" Curb chasin, straight lacin, with a Mac-10 blazin Split yo' ass up
pardon my disposition Why should I listen to a system that never listened to me? Picture me working McDonald's I'd rather pull a mac on you Sorry Ms.
be K-I-S-S-I-N-G In the back of my Maserati Then I drop you off before curfew time The kind of guy I be Oh I'm So kind Them other guys ... are not like
the atlas with a gat that bigger than godzillas back nigga. you are not real in fact your fully infective a crack dealer y'all president send me smack then got a mac
I'll take em back to my parents house and be home alone. Slappin' chicks and have em yelling like my colleague Kokone. She's tearing it up yea shes dancing her ass off. This girls is like a mac
my budget My main chick [?] on her stomach See chief posse [?] thug runners [?] Stunna man say it other niggas get done in My team get to it, other niggas
