Behold, take heed, witness wisdom being dropped MCs spilled their skills but they'll just get mopped Early bird on the track, first up to bat Throw a
like a nigga got clips with an ass And from the DNA in my blood Niggas trying to lie Trying to do what I does And if the other nigga ain't really from
Who bought Eight Ball, you got ganked With the black mack the copper Cause the St Crooked I is so proper With the L-E-N-C-H-M-O-B toss a dope can and
like Office Max Branch house with the horse to match Pink gems, with the cross attached, hit you then I toss the mack So, G?s up, niggas get your B?s
Yo you gotta hear the sixteen I just laid B.G. Oh word, that shit a hit, that shit sound crazy Yo check the phone man, the phone was ringin before Yo
them But nigga you'd never be fuckin' wit us Me, Short Dog and B-Legit, see first of all homey we the shit And all that other nonsense you other niggaz
only other way is to pay me cash And ain't nothing wrong with that In fact give me the scratch in big stacks 'Cause you're fucking with a real mack, bitch
sound from the ghetto E Double and Too Short, what the fuck you thought? I come with the ruckus, it's my thing when I swing I'm born to mack, always
, was born to Mack And I don't stop rapping, one thing I never do Is stop making this funky-ass shit to ride to And other rap crews can see Dangerous
, so it's on, gee I'm kickin' the funky shit for the gangstas only Straight dangerous, we cold mack the most And we do that coast to coast Now all the macks
Elpee, ya hot with this one dog Show these niggas what I'm like Show these niggas I don't like Show these niggas what I'm like Show these niggas I don
-Fella label baby fuck them other labels baby And we been duckin shots from all them haters lately We gettin paper baby, them others tryin to keep up
popped, and drop, yo the team is the Roc As I glance at Mack, a-k-a B-Sigel Know we comin' with the macks and the extra Eagles I'm not playin, you dudes
done handled that, let's get some herb out the mac, And fuck parle'n, let's find somebody else to jack Third verse [b.g.]: Niggas in trouble 'cause the b
'm peepin' ya people now two hoods the villian Wheather I'm a see a G or a B.G. Sportin' locs and a beenie tryin' to mad dog you can't see me
you. fbi, flesh n bone incorporated. how many ya'll b*tches hate it? understand me motherfucker. when you see me wha Gon' do when the 5th dog trip on
aint no good westside of CHI where shit get so hood nigga act tough then he gon get laid down look in my face nigga i dont play round holla at [Mack Maine] Mack
league, jus' follow my lead I be the H.N.I.C. The head nigga in charge The boss, the Captain Crunch dog, the sarge The M.O.B.B., the status, we large