Chorus: [mac/(magic)] Niggas really wanna die tonight You know you fucking with a rider right We can all get bloody if you want to You gotta crew, I
Übersetzung: Mac. Blutig.
(feat. Magic) [Chorus: Mac/(Magic)] Niggas really wanna die tonight You know you fucking with a rider right We can all get bloody if you want to You
better buy a cleaning kit teflon, kevlar, need to wrap it round your chest you pop off they pop back and you get left a bloody mess mac 11 mac 10 time
: I've been drinkin' all night long So long baby, I'm gone [Oh yeah] [Well] Bloody Mary give me shivers from a shot Set up the shooters it's time
: Fuck all y'all I'm comin' of the wall I got a nigga from The Source Swingin' from my balls Ughh! Ya want me to set it Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded
incredible while lightin' yo ass up, You look a lil red, we getting that cash up. See where we from, The 50s are bloody and the 100-dollar bill is dirty
the kill zone, baby, it's on I pack the twin nine-mills that'll lift your dome Chrome pump with double-eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime that
a red room Nervous, what's our purpose? So many churches asked the reverend Do blacks get to go heavens Pack da gat for Armageddon Mac-11, know where
bloody I'm from the streets where most these niggaz nutty I adapt to em, I'm exactly in tuned with 'em Strapped with the Mac that extract flesh from
strike down my staff See my wordplay, is like arts and craft And my gunplay will blast any Babylon in my path Win lose or draw, the bloodiest bath Fifth
they wanna be bumpin it's crunk and it's hella haterific Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play when October is lookin bloody
: Xzibit Intro: Yo it's the almight Xzibit. In the Law House huh. With Laylaw huh and D-Mac huh (Ras Kass). ntroducing huh. The nigga Ras Kass ha.
: (feat. Xzibit) [Xzibit Intro:] Yo it's the almight Xzibit. In the Law House huh. With Laylaw huh and D-Mac huh (Ras Kass). ntroducing huh. The nigga
Now I'm guilty by association Times of blackness eclipsin the sun, target practice commence when I throw these darts at these rappers Ricochet, hit the charts, bloody
into the kill zone, baby, it's on I pack the twin nine mills that'll lift your dome Chrome pump with double eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime
The young and incredible while lightin' yo' ass up, You look a lil' red, we gettin' that cash up. See where we from, The 50's are bloody and the 100 dollar
some of the the songs i write are real because the chart is filled with si-li-cone im still broke without the money for a mac pro, living out of three
