[mac, silkk] -who the fuck is this? -it's kinda paranoid mac -sheit, I be seein' shit -who that is? -that ain't even there [mac] The shots rang out
Tradução: Mac. Paranoico.
Silkk the Shocker) [mac, SILKK] -who the fuck is this? -IT'S KINDA PARANOID MAC -SHEIT, I BE SEEIN' SHIT -who that is? -THAT AIN'T EVEN THERE [Mac
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."
ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black Attack so I sat and japped Then slapped the Mac(Intosh) Now I'm ready
refuse to lose Here's your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black Attack so I sat and japped Then slapped the Mac
me with a birds-eye view So you betta back up, back up 'fore a nigga straight have to act up, act up Stand in this thang wit' the mac up, mac up ... 10
my heat, paranoid like that You kill me? R.I.P. I got boys like that Who said they needed a white pack to strike back, shit Just give me the right mac
Uh uh, uh, uh Ayo, Mac 10's and fake friends Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the fuckin' nigga face 'em But I'm still trill, still holdin' Rollin
smoke we call it drow It's dead-liest from Memphis Tenn You see my folk we ain't no joke Don't turn this into a murder scene I'm paranoid, tone misquoted
mind Refuse to lose here's your ticket Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to black Attack so I sat and japped Then slapped the mac
did that to your homie For instance, when the Mac-9 will erase your existence So distance, yourself from me 'cuz my conscience be clickin' Niggas be paranoid
a quest to get G's Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid
get laced Take a boat cruise, sip daiquiris and max swimmin' pools Fly jewels Wally shoes blow stacks relax kid Black kids got a cravin' for grapes until we get back I'm packed leave the Mac
in my heat, paranoid like that You kill me? R.I.P. I got boys like that Who said they needed a white pack to strike back, shit Just give me the right mac
birth To a hell raisin' heavenly 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
