Mac rap, wouldn't fire a round Til you frown, I lay you down and retire you clown And I clap niggas, Mac niggas kiss the dirt Pat-pat with the deuce
(Ooh) I say like uh, uh, I say like, uh, uh (Ooh) Should let you know, I'ma bring it really raw It be like Pat-B-B-B Pat-B-B-B really raw Come again
a pack of Newports City of Angels, city don't slow down Gotta keep movin' because my mama don't know how You loosin' what I found, right under yo' nose Everydays beautiful as long as you
y'all 'Cause you can't Uhh, I stay way ahead of the game You know Catch me if you can, nigga Uhh, haha Throwback this, throwback that It ain't where you
[Chorus:] Gimmie gurl tell me do you like dat. Who's she? My gurl gotta gurl too. Ok, you know my gurls got gurls too. Come to the back I'm a show you
and ya know to progress, gotta struggle Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail You know I gotta
the plan is to get to the grands, and you know that's what I do best man so I'm back at it You already know Chamillinator, Major Pain, the Mixtape Messiah
'm coming down R.I.P. to Pimp C Hawk, Moe, You know what I am talkin' 'bout?? DJ Screw, Fat Pat, all the fallen soliders everybody we love, You know what
drop We the baddest click, we hot and you not We rap and you talk, we floss and you watch We pass and jock, we get props you do not nigga Yeah, yeah
a blindfold 'Cuz when you bringin' the real you don't get rotation Unless you take over the station And yeah, I know it's part of they plans To make
, let that Ruger bust If you real, you can keep it real, never fake the deal If you gotta kill for your meal than you handle that In the street the gat
weed got my eyes low If you know what I know run that shit to my doe We back motherfucker we smack motherfuckers If you step in our way killaz attack
Nas, T.I. & many others) [Jim Jones Intro] Uh huh... Jones, Dipset... Byrdgang, bitch You know what it is When you see me two twelvin you homie You bitch
These square suckers They acting like they don't want none They don't know They don't know They don't know U gotta find em dough Send em dough Break em dough U gotta
mine and ya know to progress, gotta struggle Do what I gotta do, gotta rap hustle Ya playa hate, I pluck ya, fuck ya, hoes jock ya mail You know I gotta
anymore She said ?You know I always had ya baby Just waitin for you to find what you were looking for.? You came upon me wave on wave You're the reason
(Pat Green) Got myself a threadbare gypsy soul Like to dance and drink and go wherever the wind blows Gotta a little threadbare gypsy soul Gotta little