What nigga drop that shit
Soldier, say k-l
These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet
I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein
Verse 1: mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another after
The mac's rapture, I represent, that's what I'm on the map for
Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous
1-8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap
Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust
Makin my clique the shit, bitches wanna discuss
? platonic? , the lyrical killins don't got no motives
In this, in my vein, ain't no way I can control it
When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas
You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the river
I enter the place, ski mask covered my face
If they pass me the mic, I'm gonna catch a case
In this mothafucka ya heard of me
? t-t and herb hit the spot?
All the niggas I know is shell shocked
Chorus: mac
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got it, I got it
Verse 2:mac
I was born in it and represented
The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it
Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet
Big wise that's my nigga, psycho ward is my clique
Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas
Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot
Them scriptures, paint the pictures
We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers
Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame
Momma said it's a shame, poppa gave me the game
Experience a soldier, my heart pumps battle fluid
You wanna go to war let's get to it
Mac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murder
Deadly as the killer kyle in your hamburger
Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo
I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo
Chorus: mac
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
I got the game in my vein
Won't change
Verse 3: mac
I'm the bad nigga from the bricks
Blood on my kicks
Camoflauged niggas never die, we drop hits
I spit the gospel, to all of my mothafuckin apostles
Mac as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrils
I minister, words of a mothafuckin sinister
Transform into liu kang and finish ya
Nigga put me in the game i'ma show you my sports
Witness the street level on the b-ball court
Bitch i'ma die wit it, cause it's a part of my vein
Hear that word camoflauge when you hear my name
So tell them niggas I'm back affiliated, enemy lines are penetrated
My niggas wit me
You cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit me
Spread me in every ghetto, every city, I get busy
And buck, my name mac remember that, I drop rhymes
Nigga it's mac as if you missed it the first time nigga
[mac]
No limit black sheep, played the back seat for months
Stayed away from the tanqueray, bitches and blunts
Still mac nigga, ain't nothin changed
Got the rings and the gold chains
Now bitches wanna know my whole name
I penetrate em, then I disintegrate em
I let the next nigga date em, 'cause I don't hate em
I spit voodoo, to the most hard to get hoes
And at the end of the night, I rippin off clothes
You fuckin with the realest, from lyrical spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street guerillas
From villians to chillers, we made millions
And paid killers to protect scrilla
So what the fuck you talk about winners?
You hear that word camouflage when you hear my name
I represent the shell shocked 'cause it's in my veins
(no limit soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
Throw your hood up if you a thug
And all them niggas say
[chorus - mac]
(woah!)
You see a soldier on the streets holler
(woah!)
You hear them soldiers on them beats holler
(woah!)
Every time them soldiers speak holler
(woah!)
[kane & abel]
Load your weapons, grab your gats
We sprinkle daily verbs over tracks
Hit the chest like heart attacks
When my lyrical hammer cock back
And leave bullet holes in your bourbons and 'lacs
The only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a smack
Gangstafied kane & abel you know the camouflage assassin
Blastin and mashin, kidnappin and head bashin
Razor blade slashin, the endo blunt passin
For the cash and, woah it's bout to happen
What you want (? ) ugly with that 223
Hit em up in 3-d, now it's banned from tv
Niggas playa hated, I sho hated
Spark the weed, cremated
See this game, we regulated
[mr. serv-on]
Nigga, you know me
The nigga that spell everything out? (nah)
The nigga that'll run through your motherfuckin set and bang
Your hoe motherfuckin out (fuck yeah nigga)
The nigga that's catchin these niggas and beatin em down
'cause they wearin tanks, they don't know what the fuck it mean
Nigga, that's the fuck, that's about punchin your fuckin mouth
The nigga that'll tear the club up
Nigga, I don't give a fuck if you bangin or slangin
Nigga when I put this tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuck
But if you think I was gonna leave this motherfucker without
Spellin a line
K-l you done lost your motherfuckin mind
Stop the track 'cause these niggas don't know about my click black
I down with the m to the a to the c
It's the s to the e to the r to the v
Fuckin with the t to the a to the n to the k
And when I come through motherfucker and I raise my tank up high
You best believe some a you coward motherfuckers gon die
[chorus]
[big ed]
Nigga what I claim?
Nigga I claim tru!
I hang with niggas that's killas with tru tatoos
I got my name big ed from what I put between hips
I got my name assassin from the way I empty out clips
Wear the no limit soldier, thuggin at heart
Hittin niggas with throw aways when I toss em I break em apart
Niggas get your guns up if you rowdy
And when assassin hit the stores, buy the album if you bout it
Bout it
[snoop dogg]
Rowdy gangsta in this motherfucker, loco
So I can come through and keep it tru and do what the fuck i
Must
I bust, I keep it tru from the 'ginnin
Snoop dogg, the representer from long beach city
A tru tank dog, bank y'all in y'all face
If y'all try to come close, y'all can't run this race
I place my self above the stack
With my homeboys mac and sack you fact, we strap for strap
We got your back, don't even flip out or trip out
Or dip out, these niggas lookin at me strange
My game to maintain, I let it go, I sell it don't tell it
Y'all can't touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real
[mia x]
Biggest mama, drama two guns here I come
Put down for my last son, the camouflaged one
Mac the don, get your shine on 'cause it's your time
And i'ma get my rhyme on and spit like nine
Cocked nine millimeters the ghetto diva
Mia x-rated, golden platinum plated
Face it, when they hear me on the k-l track
All them niggas grab they head and jump back
Hollin woah 'cause it's goin down like lips to dick
I'm so tight I make you bitches never wanna see the mic
And spit, the matter lesson rhymes next to mine
I'm mama superior, you hoes is fearin the
Lyrical warfare I exhale
Some fake bitches like you name is mel
Battle anybody, hip hop or glock
[chorus]
Tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
[c murder]
I won't limit the truth, I roll with killers and dealers
From the 504 we be some tank dogg niggas
50 dollars for show, so nigga respect my mind
Fit shot to the arm from a muthafuckin' tech 9
Kill kill, on a murder scene
Got niggas tweekin for my muthafuckin' shit like a dope fiend
I get a buzz when I dip blunts, and uhh
I make moves with that nigga with the gold fronts
1998 nigga tha tank dawgs rule, I pull a lick and get go
Cus I ain't got nothing to prove, fuck with camoflauged
She die, you gun' die tonight
If that bullet don't kill you, then you gon' bleed from a dog bite
My shit sellin' like dope, uncut like coke
Nigga fuck a drug, my studio like a crack house
No limit for life, tru niggas stay cut
We be some tank dawgs, and we ain't runnin'
[chorus]
Tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
[fiend]
Damn I wanted to live, was it ? way beyond? be'em or live
Moma get a shirts on her kid, I wasnt supposed to see 1-6
Now a thug ? ? all the niggas tha tank can't be with
The young killers and much skrilla is all I see with
I can't see not be'n equipped and camouflaged in my six
50 dollars on my ? story bit? , I worry, worry style bitch
Even though my hostile spit on his mossburg grip
Quote it I spoke tank dawgs make hustlers quick
Got the never to pull shit, disrespect usual niggas
Tru gang affiliated with two more niggas
When we score niggas never just marijuana
Rome by the home copiana from mama drama
Chase blood like a piranha, sleepy eyes from that ganja
Left your neighborhood burning in flames, just for a reminder
Kinda hostile in a war, that was segregated
Tank dawgs, and boss hogs, guess were I was initiated
[chorus]
Tank dawgs
Be a tank dawgs, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
[mac]
Now everybody wanna be a tank dawg nigga, cus them tank dawg niggas get
Paid
Don't nobody wanna be a tank dawg hater, cus them tank dawg haters get
Sprayed
They call me mr. camouflaged, cus I'm a samurai worrier
Call a coroner, dead bodies in my nautica van
I lay back with the thirty gat in my hand
Cus he's dead, he's a man, only tank dawgs understand
I came up from the dust, never givin' a fuck
14 hollerin' third world, grabbin' my nuts
No limit soldier till I die, ain't no stoppin' me, ain't no droppin' me
That's the way it was, the way it got to be
Tank dawgs back up in 'emm with the soldier shit
(boom, boom) on the nigga when he dissin' the clique
I'm like malcolm x, but with my hands on the tech
To the bitches I'm in love with 'emm, to the niggas I'm ? on crack?
[chorus]
Tank dawgs
We dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
[master p]
Ah ha ha ha
Yah muthafuckas
50 dollars
Mr. camouflage
And sleepy eyed jones, nigga
No limit niggas
Turned tank dawg niggas
You heard me, ah ha ha
[mac]
Send this out to my nigga mike king and
All the 22nd gangsters in columbus ohio
From a o-g to a b-gee
Slow your roll niggas
Shell shocked
Check it
[o'dell]
15 with the triple beam, working the streets
Lil' nigga gotta ride, now he's bumpin' the beats
(it's all good, it's all good)
He pass by makin' the noise, odd boy
Yah we see him with the chip phone
He talkin' to them young bitches who used to be afraid
He shootin' the shit, cus he gettin' paid (I like that)
When I was his age, I had the same kinda ways
Had to rush to get paid, keep on a fresh pair of j's
On a niggas feet, and it was something to ball
To go to school and tell them niggas they ain't fuckin' with chall
Don't hit it, to the grime, a pocket full of dimes
I hope you got that 9 and he got it on his mind
Cus the haters won't like that, would you pass
Cus the niggas will buck, and show a man his ass
Watch your back lil' nigga, the game is cold
And most of us don't make it old, slow your roll
[chorus]
(rolll)
Keep it on your mind
(rolll)
A nigga shoots the same
(slow your rolll)
You better slow your roll
(rolll)
What mama used to say,
(slow your rolll)
Keep it up young man
(roll)
A nigga shoots the same
(slow your rolll)
You better slow your roll
What mama used to say
[mac]
16 with a bullet to his hip bone, he was slippin'
They shot him right in front of momz' wasn't even trippin'
He healed up, let his anger build up
Now he's ready for war, he five deep in the black car
And all dem niggas got murder on dey mind
Your boy got that a.k. you got the tech 9 (I got the tech you heard me)
Passenger seat he spot woo-ney, who is woo-ney
He's that nigga that pulled the trigger when he stole me
Take that muthafucka, what's what he yell at the sinner
As the automatic went **bucka**bucka**
And all you niggas gots to die
Is that the killer in his eyes, or was it just a disguise
Cus I remember he was a lil' timid nigga, a lil' skinny nigga
Now he pulled the trigger, and who are you to take these laws in your
Own hands
His daddy told me like a grown man, wooo, slow your roll
[chorus]
[o'dell]
17 with a life sentence
He in a cell with the cousin of the nigga he killed
Now tell me how it feel to look him deep in his eyes and see your whole
Life
Ain't got a gun, gotta twerk it with a shank knife
He's five times bigger, and it wouldn't mean shit to the trigger
But you can't get to it quicker, I seen the look in his eye
When the blade penetrated, he played like he ? ?
And I can't sleep knowing how I kicked the game to him
Gave a name to him, on the block now he caught in the pine box
Is there a heaven for a killer
Forgiveness to a lil' nigga who praised nothin' but skrilla
All he wanted was the finer things
He laid in his casket with a rolex and ? diamond rags?
Dear God have mercy on his young soul
See he told, most of us don't make it old
Slow your roll
hey baby why dont you take me for the night
ill keep you warm and keep you close...no one knows that your here with me or
that we even tight
your my lil secret and thats how we should keep it
ill never let ya go..never let em know...if you know like i know
we will never let go
you my lil boo that i be with everyday
all year round from june to may and baby theres something i gotta say
i love you girl and thats something that is different
i usually play girls...be a thug and shit
go from girl to girl getting play from ya'lls
then i got shell shocked when i looked in your eyes
never ever knew that a girl didnt lie
i always thought they was hoes
sleeping around going from door to door
saying the wanna fuck so thats what i do
until the day it came to you
you made me changed you made me different
i never told anybody this but girl..i think im in love with you
so now that you know this i think we gotta make a plan
something that will help us stand..out in this world forever
have those 2 or 3 kids that youve always dreamed of girl
get a big ass mansion where we cant fill all the rooms
where theres you and me...in love forever
something that wont ever change o never
i never thought id find a true love like this
i nver imagened that a a girl would come along so perfect to kiss
then i got shell shocked when i looked in your eyes
never ever knew that a girl didnt lie
i always thought they was houes
sleeping around going from door to door
saying they wanna fuck so thats what i do
until the day it came to you
you made me changed you made me different
i never told anybody this but girl..i think im in love with you
from the first time i met you
you was on my mind all night
a maybelline queen with a bodyall tight
wearing black and white your attitude right
you the type a women that i need in my life
to add a little spice
keep a nigga strong and right
well baby i need you right now
in my arms carressing me i can see your eyes undressing me
girl its destiny
just the sound of your voice makes my heart melt away
cuz girl its all bout you
then i got shell shocked when i looked in your eyes
never ever knew that a girl didnt lie
i always thought they was houes
sleeping around going from door to door
saying they wanna fuck so thats what i do
until the day it came to you
you made me changed you made me different
i never told anybody this but girl..i think im in love with you
chorus 2x
Intro: mac(fiend)
What's up world
(whoa nigga)
Welcome to the battlefield
(shell shocked nigga)
Where all them niggas is shell shocked
(9-8)
Ya heard me
(shell shocked nigga)
Chorus: mac
I represent them shell shocked niggas
Them on the block with it cocked niggas
Them cell block niggas
Them run up in your hot spot niggas
Them if we doin bad gimme what you got niggas
Verse 1: mac
Oh I hit the stage with a vengeance quotin that murder sentence
Make 'em wanna act a fool and get some blood up on they tennis
Nigga, you ain't with me come and get me I'm strapped
We can take it to them streets or we can rap, so what's hap?
King solomon's my nigga till they kill us at war
Whoever said they saw it, get them dirty gats to them jaws
The microphone assassin, you heard about me, so nigga don't doubt me
You fuck around and get that can a murda murda out me
I hold a grudge like them bitches hold dicks, infiltrate whole cliques
While I'm stompin in them soldier kicks
Fifty dollars, that's a killin no doubt
Sleepy eyes, that's my nigga put the gat to they mouth
It's been a long time comin, I keep the shit runnin
Tell them niggas who was holdin that beef, the cooks comin
Tank dog til they bury me, I cross my heart
Bury me with camo and ammo in case the devil wanna start somethin
Chorus
Verse 2: fiend
Well I'm that nigga sleepy eyes, all my weapons are camouflaged
Disguised
Born despised, that's when they named me ? yaffa yaffa five?
Chemically grown for murda, murda it be my clone
Mister shell shock and get it on jones up in your home
Watch me hit 'em, get 'em, lit 'em, fiend gon split 'em
Ya ain't know it, I got it bucked on that let's go get 'em
Form my tent gear rhythm, causin ghetto circumcisions
Betta be barred behind prison, than facin this expedition
On a mission with my right hand man mac, my brother
Use a garbage bag to smother mothers and they lovers
Undercovers fear us, can't watch, we got it on lock
My baby's first words gun glock, cause that nigga's shell shocked
Chorus
Verse 3:mac
Big mac, that's my daddy, rotten dirty straight up soldier ya heard me
Ain't no secret one of the realest niggas I creep with
Since I was little taught me what's real
Gave me the skill on how to tote that loaded steel
And i, I kill kill
Deep nine train gave me his name
Gave me the game, gave me them thangs
Ya fuck with me, he'll give you a bullet in yo brain
Hey man, my nigga wapp, cut the table, camouflaged my label
Put the nigga gangstafied like we kane and abel
Storm that's my thug love til I die
Shell shocked bout to go in that water with them when it's time to ride
When we unload inside of anger
My soldier rag made me a stranger
Harm them niggas who was about that danger(shell shocked)
Outro:mac
And there you have it
Shell shocked, the first born
73077
If y'all want me niggas, come and get me
[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
I went to the closet to get the thang out
Heavily armed, my intention was to blow the next brain out
I had it cocked before I got to the door
Who da, why da, and why the fuck they doin' this for
Them niggas spook me, I'm either trippin' or they tryna shoot me
I close my eyes and let the bullets fly loosely and unloaded
The front door exploded
The barrel started burning my hand and I couldn't hold it
Still I reloaded, and got another round first
It seems like these always pre-rehearsed
The date in front of me had read 12:30 first
Who woulda thought these gunshots were loud fireworks
The screams got louder, the crowd got bigger
Somebody screamed,"oh I think he killed that nigga"
I dropped the trigger, my heart beat, and my knees got excessively weak
Look I can feel this shit, yet I'm still hopen' I sleep
I seen his back full of holes and his blood was fresh
I could smell death creeping through his inacine flesh
I flipped him over, and feeled what I might soon discover
Tears fell, oh fuck this was my brother
[chorus--silkk x2]
They got me 'noid, they got me 'noid
They got me 'noid, they got me 'noid
But I ain't paranoid
[mac]
On clearview, I took a look through the rear-view
It was some niggas that my homie fear knew
But I wasn't cool with 'em, as matter fact I didn't fool with 'em
I speed it up, they either followin' mac, or they just weadig
I took a left, and they follow
I told my brother get the hollows, these niggas probably got a problo
I'm way across town, some unknown ground
Paranoid, me and my dawg, we duckin' through the southern falls
Spooked out
Them niggas 6 deep in the land rover jeep creepin'
They fuckin' up my weekend, I started cussin' like a puerto rican
I'm headed back to the n.o. comin' from b.r.
I just done did me a show
Them niggas know I probably got the dough so
They figure they can just fake me, and dump me off in yo
Bitches u crazy
I stepped on the gas, but they crept on they ass
This shit is happenin' fast
My brother blast at the cows through the sun-roof
A innocent bird drop
But that was just tah let the niggas know we had the glock
But they didn't stop
I seen the superdome, I'm almost home
I told my brother to give me the cellphone to call my niggas
We bein' chased by these upamillas
They probably tryna kill us
I can't shake 'em, I might just have tah break 'em
They told me not tah sweat it, 'cause they was retracedid
If you 'bout bein' harder than harder
Then we got them thangs so sweat it
I felt relieved as I turned on generaltila
I saw my niggas pop out a store in a black impilla
So I popped to, then I jumped out
I opened up the trunk and got the funk out
And I told them niggas jump out
They opened up the doors slowly, raised they hands
They say they follow me 'cause they was mac's number one fans
And all they wanted was some autographs, I dropped the gat
And started laugh, but why you muthafuckas went tah stop the pad
You got a nigga paranoid
And I'm slippin', and I'm trippin', and I'm dippin'
Fuck
Mac talking:
Yeah I got these motherfucking warlocks in this biatch
So you know it's all about that world war 3 nigga
You feel me nigga haha
My nigga sam
My nigga popeye
Shout out to my nigga bi-geezy you off in this bitch
Feel it
Chorus: (popeye)
My future, my focus, paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice
And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
My future, my focus, paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice
And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
Verse 1 (sam) :
Intentions to leave a coarse, remourse is extinct
Niggas murder and lust the course we own is mislink
The pack we don't want it lead to unknowns
Like understanding life and why we here and some gone
I'm mystified conspicuous eyes vision my glory
Camaflouge and wish we hiding side of the hallways
The narrow road has followed the battle hole of hollows I spit
To keep the real alive to have tommorow
Murderer slash real nigga slash ghetto celebrity
To often have life and death we hope to never see
The destiny of what's real is my fate to not hate
Confusion keep unfolding that the migrates, my lord
Tech to my face, flinching is forbiddin
Murder in self-defense, can you blame me for living?
Keep the real alive, the fake get famous with death
Keep the real seen, bitch niggas are laid to rest
Chorus: (popeye)
My future, my focus, paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice
And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
My future, my focus, paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice
And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
Verse 2: (popeye) :
Faster between the streets I held on
Promoted through pistols and either elsewhere
Silent and helped to hold on for killer that saida self-prayer
To walk away beside the lord, siners repent so we divide the sword
Behind the tents I mean be riding cars
Standing off the roof of a killer, to murder made life
Focused than any president living that carry shade ice
That live amongst the fallen few, to walk away the day they calling you
And freeze the heat when they come crawling through
Breathing from the top of it's lungs, tommorow it will shut down
Niggas that held a piece of my heart they never let down
Was yet to come before the lord,
I thought my father supposed to show the card,
These niggas camaflouge to blow the gaurd
Making me a part of the wind, suspend will now hell
Everything operated in time to end when I fail
Beside the walls of badder shit, I run the streets and chose to stan and spit
Behind the gate the hater grabbin' pit
Chorus: (popeye)
My future, my focus, paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice
And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
My future, my focus, paradise
Criminal slash pistol popper toat the badder dice
And if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to survive
I keep the real motherfuckers alive
Verse 3 (mac) :
Now check it
Now spill on my proverbs, I bless you, you bless the next niggas
Its for the best niggas believe me
They say money is the root of all evil
I say only when it's in the clutch of the wrong people ya feel that
If murder is the medicine for fools who refuse to abide by the rules
You lose your cool then you lose your shoes
To every nigga in the struggle with big dreams
We was born with the hustle in my genes, I know it seams like we forbiddin
Forced in ghetto living, poverty strickin eating popeye chicken and biscuits
With alittle jelly for my lil belly,
That I just can't fill cause moma belly make the bills
And I know shit's real, when we go to school just to eat meals
And for dinner we got sleep nigga, it's deep nigga
With that you got that whole world against ya
Bitch ass nigga have you forgoten God sent ya
[master p--talking]
Yo mac nigga
The only reason I'm telling you this nigga
'cause I care 'bout you nigga
I wanna see you ball til' you fall nigga, but you know what
You know what come with muthafuckin' money and fame?
Muthafuckin' enemies, and niggas hatin'
You see, you rich now nigga, but ahh
Dead men can't spend no muthafuckin' money
[chorus--master p]
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
See money get you power, but it also get you dead
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
See money get you sex, but it also get you dead
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
See money get you respect, but it also get you dead
Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends
See money brang power, but that's why it gets you dead
[master p]
You see a wise man told me to keep your eyes on a sparrow
And don't get caught up like my lil' homies harrold and darryl
You see, this shit ain't the same nigga
Times done changed
How many homies out there chasin' fortune and fame
You see, a richeous man, he learns to preach and uhh
Intelligent man, he love to teach
But these ghetto wars got us trapped in
Crack sells, 1-8-7, 2-1-1's, even the state pen
The penitentury ain't no place for me
God, won't yah hear me, make a way for me
And to my homies that are gone, I hope they rest in peace
And we gon' ball til' we fall why we roll the streets
[chorus--master p]
[mac]
Somebody ask me how it feel to have change
How I feel to be a major muthafucka in this game
I'll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain
In other words, that's cool but a lot of shit I can't explain
Bitches say they love me, but I can't really believe 'em
Who wouldn't wanna love me, I got money and I'm succedin'
Them bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches, they be plottin'
You show 'em your crib
Next week they kickin' in yo' spot
And it's a shame when niggas bust your brains with the stripes
It seems like I'm the only nigga trippin' on my life
At night I say my prays with my vest on
My triggas under my pillows
I'm even scared to get my rest on
Runnin' with them killas that'll ride for me, die for me
Open fire for me, wouldn't lie to me
I watch my back, I watch my front
I watch them niggas, I watch them bitches
In fact I think they all tryna kill mac
Wooooo
[chorus--master p]
[in the background]
Uhmmmmmmmm
I hope your all 'bout it, don't be playin' no games
Nigga tryin' to do something, for real
[chorus]
You can meet me at the hotel s.a.p.
I hope you got your girls cus I got my dawgs with me (4x)
Now I'm gon' be in room 7-3-0 cus I'm a leo
I like 'emm black brown and creole, you know my stee lo
Soon as we touch down in your town, peep it
My first question, is were dem gimps at, ain't no secret
We some g's and we like to get pleased, with no beginners
When you finished with me, my nigga forty got winners
Big swolls, he fresh off parole, he like 'emm slim with gold
Big herb he like thick with a mini-skirts
I got my camouflaged drawz, and my rubbers
Make sure you bring a extra gimp for my lil' brother, it's goin' down
I know you got your soldier shit on
Cus you been talkin' you bout it on that phone, you heard me
[chorus 4x]
[? ? ]
So you saw me on stage, girl you in a rage
Tryin' to turn tha page, before I put you in this gimp cage
What's you age, 21, hell yah
Tell ya moms' to watch your son, tell your man tonight that you can't
Come
I'm a virgo don't pass me, they say I'm nasty
Come to room 19, lets break my wet dream
My fuck spot, ask them hoes in augusta how to serve rock (ha ha ha)
[magic]
Were's your whole fleet, it's mr. magic, tha casanova
Known for my smooth way for askin' you bitches over
Would you like some dom perignon, while I'm smokin' my ? cong?
Cus I'm thinkin' of takin' the pussy home baby
I ain't trippin', fuck I trick on the sleek
Just a flash of my ? c-nose? and your ready to get bent
This experiment, I wanna see how loud you can scream
I fill your biggest dreams in room 8-16
[chorus 4x]
[mia x]
It's goin' down room 7-3-0, at 7:30
I play the game boy, low-down and dirty, you heard me
This nigga told me to bring my girls, but I ain't got no friends
Instead my head I'm goin' solo for dough though and jackin' ends
He think he gettin nasty, he gon' be assed out
? ? ? ? beat it real quickly then he pass out
I gets my shine on diamond studded pussy decor
And rhyme bitch ass line go fuck a storm door
[magic]
Now baby girl, I got a 8:30 flight
So uhh, if this is goin' down, it's gotta happen tonight
And baby doll, don't fight (don't fight) it's kinda tight
Look, you know what I like, aight
I'm a soldier, you probly knew that, so were your crew at
Me and my niggas wanna see how y'all hoes do that
I'm tryin' to do something, he tryin' to
Were they at boo, say you, you tryin' to do something too?
[chorus]
Let's get it on we wanna bone
Got a case of dom perignon
And a half a zone
Mac talking:
And I put that on my life nigga
It's 1999 niggas
Look lets make it like before
It's world war
Once again on these....
Verse 1: (mac)
We been together for awhile, I'm diggin' your style
You sorta wild, but fragile, with a slugged smile
Lookin' like you ain't been plugged up in awhile
That's how I met you, comtplating on how I could get next to you
If you was mine I would never leave you, that's what you agreed to
Never meant to mislead you, believed you
When you told me you would make it all work
Plus when you said it you was sportin' a mini- skirt
Nowa days I'll we do is fuss, I'll we do is cuss,
I'll we do is fuck, we don't even make love
I hate it when we fight like I hate a fake thug
In the process you kinda made me wanna escape love
As of tonight, I wanna make it right, wanna make just like the first night
When it felt so right, you held me tight,
Told me you would be there for the stretch and I said the same
Now stop playin' games
Chorus: (mac)
And I don't wanna fight no more
We just can't seem to make it right no more
Your love, I couldn't tell you what it's like no more
Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before)
And I don't wanna fight no more
We just can't seem to make it right no more
Your love, I couldn't tell you what it's like no more
Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before)
Verse 2: (storm)
At times it seems like we don't belong together
And at the same time it seems like we meant for each other
I'm stressin', cause after so long we been in this struggle
If worse comes to worse, you know I'm there for you cause I love you
Nothing's changed, in your driving range
And if money could buy love your spending chump change
The house, the car, the money, jewlery, and clothes
Really don't matter to me, it wasn't there before
If you know like I know, you better step it up and show me something
Cause all this fighting and fussing, it don't amount to nothing
It's hard times, and alittle more lies
Baby just tell me what you feel inside, and we can ride the tides
This is my heart, you playin' with my life
See fucking hoes is your thing so you don't need a wife
Cause when storm is feed up, I'm pissin' on you
Shittin' on you, and if you cross again bitch, I'm spittin' on you
Chorus: (mac)
And I don't wanna fight no more
We just can't seem to make it right no more
Your love, I couldn't tell you what it's like no more
Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before)
I don't wanna fight no more
We just can't seem to make it right no more
Your love, I couldn't tell you what it's like no more
Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before)
Verse 3: (mac)
When I'm alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall
Just waitin' on your call, anticpating, pentrating your draw
It used to be a drug to me, makin' love to me all night
Had me feeling like it was all right
I know I'm wrong, most times we on the phone
Arguing about how long or when I'm comin' home
I never meant to hurt you or make you cry
Forgive me for calling you a lie, killing your pride
Know you down for me, slang your ground for me,
Let off a couple of rounds for me, when they over- stepping their boundaries
And it's real to me when we walking and talking
I made it possible for you to be parking the big cars
Sportin' these fine jewls and it's cool, we can't lose
$200 dollars shoes, it's real to me
You feel that look, let's go ahead and walk these dogs
And stop all this fighting, ya heard me?
Chorus: (mac)
And I don't wanna fight no more
We just can't seem to make it right no more
Your love, I couldn't tell you what it's like no more
Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before)
I don't wanna fight no more
We just can't seem to make it right no more
Your love, I couldn't tell you what it's like no more
Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before)
And I don't wanna fight no more
We just can't seem to make it right no more
Your love, I couldn't tell you what it's like no more
Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before)
I don't wanna fight no more
We just can't seem to make it right no more
Your love, I couldn't tell you what it's like no more
Baby let's make it like before (let's make it like before)
Now want you break a nigga off, break a nigga off
Break a nigga off, break it off
You gotta a nigga rock hard, a nigga rock hard
A nigga rock hard, now take it off
Now go to war with me, now go to war with me
Verse 1 (mac) :
Girl look,
Fuck your man and them niggas he be hanging with
Niggas he be slangin with, me I'm on some banging shit
Strictly, now you with me or you wasting my time
And time is valuable
Especially when you looking at it through this perpetual
Now how you love that, I nothing nice with the ice
Me without the mic is like the orients with no rice
But look fuck that let's take a walk to where my truck at
All I wanna do is talk I ain't got to touch that
But thats game, before you know it she callin my name
Runnin round tellin bitches she my main trying to get some fame
And thats the game so you gotta respect that
And respect my mind too cause I could get you naked in seconds
Mac-a-deezy if you open up i'ma slide in easy
But if it's cheezy let me smack you
And call you all kind of bad words like bitch
And smack myself too for trying to get with ya
Should have knew you was stank
And all you wanted was the tank
Chorus: mac ( ms. peaches)
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (it's cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell about the way I freaked her
Heres the number to my beeper
Look
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (it's cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell about the way I freaked her
Here's the number to my beeper
Verse 2 (mac) :
Check it, look
I meets bitches, I greets bitches, I freak bitches
Them street bitches, even you sugar sweet bitches
I neva eats bitches, I suck titties
Might even fuck titties, now you with me?
Then hit me on my hip and call me anytime don't even trip
I guarantee it will be your gladdest night without the pimp
I hope you not a noise maker, cause I live with moms
Her rooms right next to mine and she be home all the time
I'll pick you up at nine be looking and smellin fine
It's 7 o'clock now so you got some time
I don't like wine, no I don't wanna dine
But I hope you like it from behind, cause that's my time to shine
I work that spine like a chiropractor
When I attact ya your big ol ass is what is what I got a knack for
So let me crack ya if it's cool, but if it's not then it is time to move
But before I excuse ask your girl what I asked you
Chorus:
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (it's cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell bout the way I freaked heres the number to my beeper
Look
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (it's cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell about the way I freaked her
Heres the number to my beeper
Verse 3 (ms. peaches) :
Look
Let me explain this before we go any further
I ain't really looking for a man it's another type of lover
I need, cause I got my own ends, my own benz
The only thing you can do for me nigga is be a fuck friend
Some of these niggas like to fall in love
Once they get a small taste of my voluptuous glove
I'm saying this cause I wanna keep it real with cha
And chill with cha, or even make a couple of mill with cha
Now if you ready to get down and dirty
I gonna hit you on your hip around lets say around 11:30
Sexy ass got me so anxious
Let me whipe you with this ghetto angel, baby don't be a stranger
Cause I like my niggas rock hard
And if you bout twirkin something nigga lets go to war
I'm trying to see how many times you can catch a nutt
So you can really see it's cool to fuck, nigga it's cool to fuck
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (it's cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell about the way I freaked her
Heres the number to my beeper
Look
I don't wanna be ya man
I wanna tap something if it's cool (it's cool)
But if you not ask your girl what I asked you
And when she tell about the way I freaked her
Heres the number to my beeper
(dj scratches a sample of tupac's how do you want it)
Tell me is it cool to fuck.
Mac talking:
The question is babygirl
Is it cool to motherfucking do
What I wanna do with you
If you want it let me do it with ya, ya heard me?
Big rise on the motherfucking beat
* first two verses are off B.G.'s ";Niggaz 'N Trouble";
Yeah, spinning been on these niggas.
It's World War.
Yeah, I send this out to my nigga.
Wherever you are.
We still ain't nothin but some niggas in trouble, ya heard me?
Feel it, uh, yeah.
It's World War nigga.
It's like a deadly game.
And me and my niggas in it to win it, ya heard me?
World War nigga.
Check it.
Feel the wrath of a soulja, the Crescent City Jesus
I pack a tre deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth
To hit em, rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers
We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher
We got the town locked
with underground stock around clock workers to serve us
Responsible for many murders
We left your town with all the gold pieces
Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family's convict releases
Pay the witnesses to hold they breath,
Non cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony Tec
I'm in a limo full of blow niggas
But I'm never high cause a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga
A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials
Keep supplier's name confidential
The crooked cops started buckin' at us
I made a turn to a dead end, but froze cuz the cops had us
I grab the Tec and started buckin' back
Cuz I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac
The head shot took me under
I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
T-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him Johnny
I never thought them snake muthafuckas would be behind me
They took a shot nearly blind me
My eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely
I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinley
I'll be a memory, shit I ain't havin' it
Fightin' for my life, the reapers grabbin' it
Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more
I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Value Jet
I heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yet, they should have never said that
My life came back, like some supernatural shit
I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me with
Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster
Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafuckers I'm a soulja
You can't kill me, they said we'll see
I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me
I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement
You never see the Mac's assassination
You motherfuckers.
And that's how it is in 99.
It's just World War against these motherfucking cops.
Feel it.
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
It's the year twenty hundred, the devil's still running
Money is done with, we only sold get your gun shit
You either ballin or you starvin, tombstones in the mystic coffin
On top of that we living in New Orleans
Yet I'm trying to make something shake
The only thing between me and my cake is Fake Jake
But it get trifer
If I escape then its cool but if not,
looking at a lifer, that's hard to cipher
Cause I ain't trying to hear put no chip in my wrist
I'd rather drink shit and eat piss, it's that serious
So get the phone, call my nigga Joe
Pray for me fore I go, running up in the store
Should I die following my big collection of dough
Tell my niggas that I didn't die poor you know
Old sucka John ass copper, trailing me in the helicopter
I cocked back, went to busting at the chopper
It must have been my niggas blessing, cause I got away without requesting
But thugs never learn their lesson
I'm strictly into banks, fuck blacks, they ain't got shit
I'm running with an ex cop and an ex locksmith nigga
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
Y'all know.
[mac]
Say slim, look.
[soulja slim]
What's happenin wootay.
[mac]
We goin take this here all the way from the magnolia
Across clayborne.
[soulja slim]
Do it like that.
[mac]
Ya heard me.
[soulja slim]
Do it.
[chorus]
Can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if y'all was waiting on my fall
Can I ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if y'all was waiting on my fall
[mac--verse 1]
To make this million I'm bound to left uptown to go get it
Once I get it, I'm a split it with those who I'm commited
Like who, my nigga wop, my girl storm and the rest of my click
Everybody else be on some oh you ballin now (you ballin now)
Since you play me closer, I'm a get the toast, oh mark my word
Fuck em, fuck em if they don't know what's happen my rap
If a nigga know me, he don't know me no more
Cause I don't hang in the same streets no more, I gotta condo
I lay low, chill, stay away from shit that get niggas killed
Call me fake then my niggas will say that's trill
Check it, funny high hoes be calling me jiggy now
Cause I gotta little jingle, mingle with the finest and sport diamonds
When I was broke I was skinny and full of shit
Now it ain't nothin for me to pull a bitch
I scratch off and I hear them hoes say he did that
Every bitch I fuck be saying I'm tryin to have your kid mac
I ain't with that
[chorus]
Can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if y'all was waiting on my fall
Can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if y'all was waiting on my fall
[soulja slim]
I'm a try my best not to let these niggas bring me out there
They know you beefing with the ? ? ? ? , and them niggas don't care
Who they kill, and tryin to be a millionare on the real
But I can't a from with that foolishness so I'm a chill
And just pass through the projects that I used to roam in
Tote the black and the steel chrome and holler at trill
Niggas like jim stone and
No more hangin, no more slangin pearls and crack pieces
No more fucking dog bitches carryin deadly deseases
They burn your dick off, givin you aids through the rubber
I had to settle down with a boss bitch and now that's my lover
She down for a nigga
And when the situation gets heavy she lets loose rounds for a nigga
And if I don't come home she'll come blood hound for a nigga
That's the type of bitch I need, no drink, no smoke, no weed
Hoes label me a hot boy cause I just come home and I don't get d'd
But I'm a boss baby, I like to floss baby
Can I ball yall, can I ball
[chorus]
Now can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if y'all was waiting on my fall
Can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if y'all was waiting on my fall
[mac--verse 2]
Now soulja slim, my nigga, my nerve, my partner, my wootay,
My round
My ace, my dog, I was down even when you was on that ground
You camoflauged uptown that was some shit to see
So when they locked you up I continue the legacy
Now all these niggas claiming soulja is you bout that ball
Would you die for me if a nigga pull up in that tinted car
I think you niggas sitting around waiting on my fall
Let a nigga ball, nigga let a nigga ball
[chorus]
Can I ball y'all or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck all yall, if y'all was waiting on my fall
Can I ball niggas or do they wanna see me crawl
Man fuck y'all niggas, if y'all was waiting on my fall
Ya heard me, woah
[soulja slim]
Now y'all understand.
Now you understand.
Macadon and soulja slim.
In the process of b-o-o-cing, ballin out of control.
[mac]
Bleeding out of control nigga.
[soulja slim]
Ya understand.
[mac]
So uh look, I'm a tell these niggas like this here.
We bout to go get these motherfuckin rolexes shined up nigga.
And go get our chrome shined up.
And we goin ball ya heard me.
[soulja slim]
They ain't goin like that.
They don't wanna hear no shit like that.
[mac]
They ain't goin like that.
[soulja slim]
But we ballin out of control though.
[mac]
Bleeding out of control.
[mac talking]
This here a true story about ghetto love
This shit that happened to a young nigga like mac ya heard me
Check it
[mac]
I met you at a fast food spot with your sista
Lookin at my lips like you wanted me to kiss ya
Told me your name and I told you mac
We exchanged phone number...like that
Off top you told me that you had a man
But we can talk but thats as far as it go and I said I understand
Even though I wanted you and you knew
I was waiting for this nigga to slip up so you can be my boo
I had a wet dream I fucked you and you screamed my name
But when I woke up, all I had was some nut stains
Your baby daddy was useless and abusive
But me I treat you like you was exclusive
And even though he gave you drama
Long as y'all was together you didnt holla and you knew I was clockin
Dollas
I was mad but it kinda turned me on infact
If I was your nigga I guess the next nigga would feel that
[chours][background]
The pussy was just callin' me keeps callin me
Everynight I had to stop myself from fallin g
Its like the pussy was just callin' me keeps callin me
Everynight I had to stop it diggin in my pocket
Its like the pussy was just callin' me keeps callin me
Everynight I had to stop myself from fallin gcallin me callin me
Its like the pussy was just callin' me keeps callin me
Everynight I had to stop it diggin in my pocket callin me callin me
[phone rings]
[mac] hello?
[peaches] hey baby how you doin?
[mac] who dis is?
[peaches] this me
[mac] oooohhh baby what's up?
[peaches] hey I was jus...
[mac] what's happenin?
[peaches} I was just wondering if you were coming over tonight?
[mac] well I don't know ya dig. I got studio time all night a shit and i
Got a flight in the mourning
[peaches] plleeeasssee? mac I miss you
[mac] all right I'm on my way
[mac]
The first time I hit the cat I ain't know how to act
It was callin me back
[peaches]mmmm mac
[mac]
Momma told you was no good but you fucked me so good
I rushin home from studio session to meet you where ever, no questions
Tellin my niggas "i'm a holla at ya"
This camouflage love every other night got me missin flights
You started stressin me
And you start depressing me
But before I could leave you alone you start undressing
And I remember seeing hickies on your neck
They wasnt mine I was in cali on the movie set, babygirl
What about respect you said you love me when I'm up in them guts
We tend to say strange thangs when we cought up in them ? ? ? ?
My nigga fiend was tellin me you don't deserve me
But a niggas gone do what he want to do ya heard me
Im a let this go by saying you'll always be apart of me
I just cant answer you when that pussy call me
[background of chours]
[mac talking]
And it was like the pussy was just callin me nigga
You know what I'm sayin?
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 gotta crew, so what you wanna do
( what you wanna do nigga)
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 gotta crew, so what you wanna do
( what you wanna do nigga)
[mac]
Now what y'all mean, niggas on my team, they all about the cream
And my enemies, we take it to extreme,to get the green
Nahmean, turn the block to a murder scene
And I be screaming whoa, in the drop with my nigga wop
Runnin from the cop who was trying to meet that quota
I'm young and I'm black so they be thinking I'm slanging that baking soda
You ain't heard about, nigga from that dirty south, keep a boot in his mouth
Bitch everybody yelling bout it, let 'em know what you bout
Before you leave your house, cause at night, nigga freaks come out
Get the gat with the extra clip cause if you catch us slippin
You might be the next to rip, get shot get stab you get cut up strip
You boxed up in a ship, thinking niggas on some retaliation tip
Then take a trip to the land
Where them niggas do the murder man dance on the enemies
And fake niggas that pretend to be friends of me,
Are the ? ? ? nigga can't fuck with me
Won't buck with me the murda murda kill kill for scrilla
Cap pilla turned rap dealer chose the style
Your style, my style, our style
Turn up the beat loud so we can all get wild
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 gotta crew, so what you wanna do
( what you wanna do nigga)
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 gotta crew, so what you wanna do
( what you wanna do nigga)
[mac]
Is your niggas in the air like mine
Can they make a m-16 sound like mine?
Get hit with a stray from a big ole' k
Get up say never die they just walk away
Nigga mac got something to say
I get to bucking they better get to ducking and it's getting to fucking
It's real tell them niggas I'm back, heavy triggers that's fat
We got grenades now let a nigga hit you with that
You get gutted, throw in them dogs in the mud and get mudded
That's what you get when you fuck around with my buddies
Murda murda and this shit is so love, man them niggas can't fuck with me
Won't buck with me the murda murda kill kill for scrilla
Cap pilla turned rap dealer chose the style
Your style, my style, our style
Turn up the beat loud so we can all get wild
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 gotta crew, so what you wanna do
( what you wanna do nigga)
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 gotta crew, so what you wanna do
( what you wanna do nigga)
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 gotta crew, so what you wanna do
( what you wanna do nigga)
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 gotta crew, so what you wanna do
( what you wanna do nigga)
[magic]
So you want to get bloody
Fucking with my niggas is like fucking with my money, you think it's funny
Twist ya, make your momma miss ya
Tell your baby momma bye and tell your kids kiss ya, dismiss ya
45 words that you spoke with your tongue
Mac pass the gun and his killing is done
You niggas ain't heard, magic from the 9th and mac's from the 3rd
You don't want to war with me but you done went far with me
Put him in the trunk this punk is dead, I done hit him in his head
With a .45 slug, now he coughing up blood
I'm a 225 pound nigga rapper slash killer cap pella grave filler
So what you wanna do, no limit is my back bone
Slap a tank on your back if you say something wrong
About the clique I'm with, I'm a sick man
Wanna take his 5 grand, I'll leave with your dick in your hand
And I'm a grown man, and I'm down with mac
So all you so called killers better step back
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 gotta crew, so what you wanna do
( what you wanna do nigga)
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 gotta crew, so what you wanna do
( what you wanna do nigga)
You know you fucking with a rider right
We can all get bloody if you want to
You gotta crew, I gotta crew, so what you wanna do
( what you wanna do nigga)
[magic]
Bitch ass niggas y'all don't want to fuck with us
We niggas who love this type of shit
Bunch of pussy ass motherfucking niggas
We the real motherfucking riders ya heard me?
Mr. magic and mac down for the 2000
Ain't nothing motherfucking stopping us
We tank doggs we can't be motherfucking stopped
You motherfucking niggas better listen
For ya get your ass wacked ya heard me?
[silkk] [fiend]
Yo, it's ya boy silkk. hey, hey. (? ) know what I'm sayin?
I got fiend and mac in here. these soldiers, warriors
Know what I'm sayin? and survivors know but
We're in serious times.
[chorus - fiend]
I said all our soldiers in the streets
Life ain't always guaranteed
(there's no guarantee)
Some of this aimed for you and me
But it's a ghetto war
So be all you can be
[fiend]
That's why your big brother fiend gon holler
And I really meant, I don't wanna be here if I don't gotta
Not tryin to discourage, a lotta
But look in my eyes
Even though we camouflaged I can't disguise the pain we got
Inside
That's why I ride all night
Smokin till I can't smoke no more
Wanna forget some of the shit we saw
With that old dirty four oh
Wanna give money to the poor folk
But got one eighty and one quarter
Splitin that three ways
That's between my momma, sister and her daughter
[chorus] x 2
[mac]
This life shit is way so serious
Don't wanna question you lord, but I'm so curious
I sleep amongst killers I don't know who to trust
I meet beucoup bitches and now it's cool to fuck
I made it from nothin to havin little change
Now niggas in my hood they look at me strange
I live for the moment 'cause I'm afraid of my future
Don't let me die, oh lord why
I look myself in my eyes and I see why thugs cry
Shell shocked, I get that from my pops
And he told me keep it cocked, so I keep it cocked
Life is but a dream and we all seein
And if seein is believin, don't wake me up this evening
Woah!
[chorus] x 2
[silkk]
All I know, is I don't wanna go
But I don't wanna be here either
If I gotta be here killin and sellin dope
The world is a ghetto
And I be wonderin if y'all could be feelin my pain
Tryin to put it down the best way I know how
When I'm gone y'all can remember my name
If I die tomorrow, don't be sorry
Let it be known I told the truth
And never know what's gon happen when I'm done rappin
Doin my song, in this booth
And if I die, tell p he keeps my legacy alive
My chance was slim
And if it had to happen, let it be known
I'm glad it happened to me, instead of them
Now desperate times call for desperate measures
Ain't no pleasure in killin
Ain't no pleasure either in going without feedin for weeks
Have you ever had that feeling?
No guarantees, lord please, can't bring back the past
Can't buy time either, so I guess what's the use of havin cash?
And look now, penitentiary's packed
With niggas who had dreams to be rich
Man spend a little bit, have a little something
Dead men can't spend shit
I'll trade some of this money for this pain
Trade some of this money for this fame
P nigga you think it's easy dog
But it ain't 'cause I been with you throughout this game
[mo b dick]
I thought we could flip keys together
I thought we could make g's together
Now I know what's going on
I gotta make these dollars all night long
I thought you saw the bigger picture
How could you betray your closest nigga?
How can I ever trust you again?
Tell me, man
[silkk]
Yo fiend, yo mac.
It's real.
Gotta be able to do it.
So many niggas wanna see you fall dog.
Dedicated to all the soldiers we lost in the struggle
Probably losin' the World War three niggas
Rest In Peace
[Chorus-Mac & singer]
See I'm beneath the sun, right?
(Tomorrow)
Anticipatin' just waitin' quotin' my battle cry
(How can we live? If we're born to die tomorrow?)
Don't want to die but if I gotta, I'm ready cuz
Just hope the Lord is forgiving as Mama said He was, nigga what?
[1st Verse]
I struggled and strived long as I been alive
Witnessed my first murder back in 1985
I walk with the wicked and kick it with the thugs
In fact, saw the police and smoked some bud
But never no love, I witnessed the sickness of unprotected lust
So many children born just because the rubbers bust
I sympathize with they mothers but fuck the men
Cuz a man ain't shit, if he's no papa to his children
My woman's a thug girl, but I love her dearly
My patnas are thieves and I know that, but I keep em near me
It's gettin' kinda hard for me,
In the city where the drama just be callin' me
WHOA!
I live among the roaches and the rats
And the killers and the crack
And the policemen that slang that smack
I lay me down to sleep, clutchin' my heat
With my sneakers on my feet,
Just in case my window locks on me, I be...
[Chorus]
[Bridge One]
And that's some real shit right there, ya heard me?
Y'all niggas ain't even understandin' the game nigga
Niggas is dyin', it's a muthafuckin' World War three on the streets
Nigga, y'all feel it
[Verse Two]
And as the blood of my niggas flood the streets,
I refuse to speak, the cracks and concrete
Can disguise ya feet
And tears fall at the site of these white sheets
The street like heat
The cold secrets, that midnight keeps
And we was raised by it, it's common as a cold
Eyes are closed, body is froze
Blood leakin' out they nose
I never chose I was given
Survival of the fit livin'
Driven insane by it's rhythm, but fuck
I never gave, see his mind's in the grave
And most of you niggas praise the ways we was raised
It must be that weed smoke,
When most of my niggas need coke, to cope
With these different strokes
It's murder we wrote, into the project
I'm wonderin' if my niggas'll see the site of my death
Before it happen, my life is on the edge of my pen
I'm waitin' to explode countin' to ten,
Forgive me for all the sin nigga
[Chorus] (3x)
[Bridge Two-Singer]
Why do we live if we're born to die?
Why do we live if we're born to die?
Why do we live if we're born to die?
Why do we live if we're born to die?
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas sing that shit nigga!
Oh, oh, you too cute to sing that shit, ha? Bitch ass nigga.
World War
Peace
Come with me
Don't let me hang on a single word
Silence makes me want some more
I can't figure out how you turn me on
The way you talk
Is so damn independent now
I can't figure out if you're fooling me
But you know I'm way out of line
The silence
Pierces my ears when you pass me by
Can't stay on track when your back turns on me
Still my head only ...
Tragedy
Memories often reminding me
Stock in a scenery of this fear
I'm trying to find my way out of here
That's how I fall
I grab on to what I have become
You're letting me go still I'm hanging on
But you know I'm way out of line
The silence
Pierces my ears when you pass me by
Can't stay on track when your back turns on me
Still my head only keeps ways for you
Can't stay on track when you turn your back on me
And it always comes down to this kind of tragedy
Everything you say means everything to me - see
Bring me down, pull me up, let me ride
I went down for you but you turned the fucking tide
Now you know I'm way out of line
The silence
Pierces my ears when you pass me by
Can't stay on track when your back turns on me
Still my head only ...
Still my head only ...
Say man, niggaz say no limit ain't hip hop.
Man these old fake ass niggaz don't even know what hip hop is.
Why don't you show 'em what hip hop is?
I'm 'bout to show a nigga what hip hop is. nigga gimme a motherfuckin' beat
Or something nigga. motherfuckin' clap or something.
Mac:
So uh, who's ya favorite rapper
Do he really got skills
Is he real
Can he flow like this nigga who murda kills
Is he a fool
Or you like him 'cause his single was cool
His video got bitches in bikinis hoppin' out the pool
Is he complete
Do he got tight lyrics and tight beats
Do he write his own rhymes
Do they sound like mines
Is he one of these niggaz who's on
Or is he just some other niggaz clone with no fuckin' style of his own
You probably like thugs
You probably like to fight in the clubs
You probably like him ''cause he talk about murder and drugs
He's such a thug
What if a nigga told you he lyin'
Would he still be yo' #1 or would you change yo' mind
Did you listen to his lp or just one of his songs
Is he type that just go on and on about being the don
Or what he drive, where he live at
Tell him you don't wanna hear that
You around and get jacked fuckin' wit mac!
Mac:
So who he sound like
Mystikal, makaveli, or bone
Wu tang, nas, or jay z
Man, niggaz are crazy
Niggaz will steal yo' style and fuck around be dissin' you
Knowing you the main nigga they be listenin' to
So what you like his voice
What he make you moist
I mean what
Did he sign ya autograph when you met him
Did he look at you strange and call his bodyguard like you was tryin' to
Sweat him
Did he try to fuck? did you let him?
Did he tell you he was diggin' you
And after he fucked you he got rid of you
Promised you he would send for you
Let him penetrate ya
Then you find out he ain't really got no paper
Now ya saying he raped ya
I know the game is tight, it's alright, it's so terrific
(phone conversation between mac and a girl)
Mac: wassup girl? what's happenin with ya?
Girl: nothing
Mac: chillin huh?
Girl: yeah
Mac: well look, you know why I called you over here huh?
Girl: why?
Mac: you know what's happenin'. you ain't gotta be shy.
Girl: what's happenin' with you?
Verse 1:
Yo yo yo
Arriving at my back door, silk dress hit the floor
Second time around she want more, I got it instore
Jazz flowin' in the back drop, I hit the jackpot
She went to yellin' mac stop,
But that's a contradiction, I can feel it in your friction
Your finger nails full of my skin, but it's a sin,
Cause everything good is bad for ya
In the sheets, nothing but heat,
Satisfing you, you satisfy me, it's like the ? ? ? speaks
And I don't wanna end it,
It's kinda cool how are bodies blended, a third time is recommend
But you my woman so it's no guilt, we lay between the silk chillin'
It's over but we still trippin' off the feelin'
I'm a soldier, so I hold ya, them three words is what I told ya,
You smiled and tell me about the next time you coming over
See your mind is what I'm really sexin',
Your body just a source of erection, and plus I use protection
You never worry about the chicks approaching me at my show,
I be polite but you know I ain't really scoping them hoes
You never with another nigga cause you be with me,
And that's the way is supposed to be,
I got you in mind when you ain't close to me
And that's love.
Chorus -1: (sons of funk, (ms. peaches)) x2
You would like to go war with me
Cause I can hear that pussy callin' me
Inside your love is where I wanna be
(would you like to come inside of my life? )
Verse 2:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, check it
You think about mac between blinks,
Rub your hand through my kink, and tell me how your day went
Us againist the world, me and you girl
Go together like diamonds and pearl, a camoflague and war
I met ya through this chick I'm cool with so you gotta be real
And I can tell through the way that we chill
I can deal with cha, be real with cha, as we rise and shine,
Spending time like a 3 to 9
We in the park in the dark reminsicing and shit, kissing and shit,
Actin like stress ain't existing and shit
And uh, I hit the cat I ain't know how to act,
Spary painted on the wall so-and-so love mac
And that's love
Look
Chorus -2 (ms. peaches)
Would you like to go to war with me?
I can hear your body callin' me
Between my hips is where you wanna be
Would you like to come inside of my life?
Mac talking:
I'ma send this out to my nigga Soulja Slim
my nigga Cold Jack, my nigga Curve
my nigga Ween just touched down
Verse 1
I was on my way upstate, for felonies, Mac would never see
The sunshine, these good old times, it's haunting me
My family is wanting me to break free
Plus it's looking as if I'm about to die, in the arms of the justice
Plotting my escape, before I made it to the gates
Thinking I'ma break, no matter what the shit takes
The maximum incarceration is what they got me facing
I'm having thoughts of pacing and masterbation
Laying up in a cell, never seeing females
Reminiscing about the skins I gave hell, oh well
Courts ain't even trying to hear my pleases
Yelling you gonna get parole when hell freezes
A double murder is what I got to explain to God
With no holds barred, it's hard, my mind is forever scarred
Mercy on a soldier, I'm seeing things Nostradamus couldn't see
When all I really wanna be is free nigga
Chorus x2
This is for my people locked down
Hold you heads up and stand your ground
On the block it's the same struggle
The cops put a bad lock on the hustle
they hate to see the niggas buckle
Verse 2
My baby girl is pregnant with a future Mac
Waiting for me to come back, but old judge ain't tryin to hear that
He rather see me locked in this rage, in a two man cage
A straight rage, I'd rather be on stage
Instead I'm in the pit, over some shit, I didn't commit
It was the niggas I was with, but I'm silent
Its funny how Lucifer can seduce ya
These so called niggas be on the Seas of Madusa
Its funny how time walk, when they be in the slammer
Facing the type of sentences you can't correct with grammer
And I'm dealing with these lifers, some of these niggas find me attractive
They be trying to bend me over backwards, but bitch i aint having it
Years add on, every enemy I shank, penetentary ain't what you think
I wanna be free, wishing I could strangle up all the jurors and prosecutors
But I'm trapped with lots of losers
Chorus x2
Verse 3
Its been 9 months of pain, in this ball and chain
Still thinkin about them days, I was living vain, ain't it strange
Cause I'd give anything to move on
And play a game of peek-a-boo with my newborn
I'm seeing niggas take they own lives under pressure
You come back here with attitudes, niggas gonna test ya
I'm lookin at the gates, ready to break, bitch I don't fake
Tell the judge I'll be rapping at his wake
Chorus x2
[Hook]
Tell me why, Somethings make it hard to smile,
momma tell me can you love a child,
I got the eyes of a killer [x2]
So what you mean when you 14 and your life is a bitch.
That'll only fuck the rich, what, poor folks die holding they dicks?
Never to achieve, only to grieve, so why we cry when they leave?
Is it happiness like we were taught to believe?
Is it hell for us, something like eternal jail for us?
I feel for us, cause my niggas 'll kill for us.
Do God love killers, Do God love thieves?
Would God forgive a man who murder to feed his seed?
If I'm a rebel tell the ghetto my story, the whole truth.
The revelation we can never avoid it like a toll booth
And I will never turn my back on the struggle, I'm still a soldier
But it's only right, I'll put up my fight and when it's over say...
[Hook x2]
Look in my eyes and tell me if you see a bright future.
Or just the anger of a stranger that might shoot you.
In so many words, I wish that I could change the way we was raised.
We portray slaves, but got enough nerve to hate the gays
Maybe I never understood life for what it's worth.
I never liked church, but I hate the streets and doing my dirt
But I'm not no hethen, cause I know without believing.
Will I fall short your glory for some fucked up reason?
And they told me not to question you, where those your words?
Or was that something man made up, to calm my nerves?
What if I didn't want forever, tell me where will I go?
I'm not that killer I just wanted to know.
You feeling me?
[Hook x2]
These are the words of my niggas who came round to save they life
For going through this shit that I speak every day and night
My auntie told me I had eyes of a killer.
And everytime I take a look in my mirror,
her observation I see clearer.
I can remember, it was back in December of 88'.
I was coming home from school late, So I took a walk through the park
Right before it got dark,
and I was trying to make it home before the dark start.
But you won't believe what I seen.
I seen some niggas, and they lady teasing,
I saw blood, and I seen the weapon.
And I was hearing the scream.
When them niggas noticed me,
I broke cause I'd just witnessed a killing.
And from that day on my mind has been gone look, you feeling me?
[chorus]
You was my nigga now we beefin'
I'm bustin' at you, you bustin' at me
And it won't stop til' we both sleepin' (2x)
[first verse]
We was claimin' the same hood fucked the same bitches
And they knew, if I hit it you had to hit it too, we was cruel
You was wit me when I first pulled the trigga
You tried to shoot two, but your gun jammed so we pulled off, remember?
I headed by your mama house, for a couple of days
'cause the niggas we was beefin' with, knew where I stayed
We was some down south niggas,
Boot in the mouth niggas
The wrong route niggas
Typical niggas
We'd just make a lil' dollar, sellin' weed to the needy
Everything be fifty/fifty ain't no need, for bein' greedy
You my dog, ha? so that's how we played it
Niggas who hated, we rushed and demonstrated
Why we ain't to be faded
On this mission with get money, power, and bitches
I would ever come along with these riches that's if nobody snitches
I do a bid for you, take care of your kid for you
But damn, look what these pussy niggas done did to you
[chorus]
[bridge one]
Hello?
(yeah, nigga what's happenin'? )
What's happenin' wit'cha dogg?
(what's happenin' with you nigga, nigga talk about you got some
Beef wit me nigga)
Beef wit you? nigga you know I'm a real nigga,
If I had some beef with you I'd come to ya like a man,
It ain't like that between us, what it is is, you talkin' to these
Niggas, and these niggas got you....
[verse two]
Them niggas told you I blew up and I forgot about us
The same niggas who was with you, and afraid to bust
How could you listen to these niggas? when they mean no good?
Muthafuckas ain't even from our hood
And now you snortin' furl with em
Off in that world with em
Father forgive him he dancin' to some other rhythm
Ever thought that we could work it out?
We would meet,
But as long as you with them niggas I be with that heat
And that's deep,
'cause I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12
I would deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well
Guess I gotta disappoint her, but you leave me no choice
Callin' my crib with this "murder, murder" tone in your voice
What I'm a bitch or somethin'?
I used to fight for you,
Used to let you stay at my mama crib when shit just wasn't right for you
Look what you do me in return
I guess I played with fire, so eventually it burns
[bridge two]
Hello?
Hello?
Man, this nigga done fuckin' hung up on me.
Y'all think that nigga serious?
[chorus]
It's world war nigga
Once again, it's the fuckin' murder prince
[master p] (mac)
Ughhhh! oh yeah nigga.
Representin fool.
No limit for life, fool.
Them niggas think it's a game, mac?
(soldier rags on in the bitch, ya heard me? )
Don't play no games, fool.
Uggghhhhhh!!!!
[master p & mac]
Bitch get off me! fuck them niggas!
Bitch get off me! fuck them niggas!
Where the hot boys at?
Bitch get off me! fuck them niggas!
Where the hot girls at?
Bitch get off me! fuck them niggas!
Where them hot girls at?
[chorus 1]
Them hoes don't like that!
Say what?
Them hoes don't like that!
Say what, say what?
Them hoes don't like that!
Hot nigga, what!
Them hoes don't like that!
Say what, what?
[chorus 2]
Say bitch better have my money! where they at? x 4
[chorus 3]
Boot up or shut up! fuck them niggas!
Boot up or shut up! fuck them bitches!
[chorus 4]
Hoes twerk somethin! niggas show your soldier rags! x 4
[mac]
They probably told you I'm a soldier and I'm from uptown
I know you heard about the way I sling the iron when I come
Around
That's mac, that's the nigga, boy them hoes be actin
Want me to be your baby daddy since you heard I was rappin
But that coochie ain't nothin but meat on the bone
You gotta twerk it up and serve it up and leave it alone
And when you done pass it to me, or pass it to p
And let a real nigga hit em with some ghetto d
[chorus 1]
[chorus 4]
[master p]
I'ma hog on these streets so I live my life fast
I'm that nigga from the south, told them hoes bounce they ass
Don't play no games, unless you wanna get popped
I'm a no limit soldier so the party don't stop
So represent your hood if you're bout it bout it
A nigga went world wide, still rowdy rowdy
And them hoes don't like that, say what
But I'm a third ward nigga and I don't give a fuck
So pass me them thangs, let's get em
Your baby mama want the hook up so I hit em
I'm in a 600 benz, mac in a 4 point 6
Left them hoes at the hook up sayin "throw that bitch!"
Now the party's buck wild and we don't care
Pass the hennesey and weed, that's how ya do dat there
Yo, if y'all don't mind, I'd like to share a little somethin I wrote.
About the closest nigga to me, ya heard me? my muthafuckin brother, ya
Know. and it ain't gotta be ya blood brother, it could be ya thug
Brother.
We tend to say things that we don't really mean
Like I hate you and I hope you die tomorrow of some deadly disease
I never meant a word nigga, I was speakin out of anger
At times, I treated you as if you was a stranger
We both shared poverty, eatin commodity, you never lied to me
Or knock me for nuthin I tried to be
You was in the house sharpenin your art skills
And I was in the backyard doin cartwheels
Runnin with the niggas mama told me leave alone, come home
Stealin bikes even though I knew my rights from wrong
I used to envy you cause you intelligent
And I hate you was a strange way of tellin it
But that was irrelevant
You was in the good schools, I went to the gutter with the thugs
When a nigga shot dice and all the teachers did drugs
You my nigga, til I'm dead and gone
And I loved you like you was a part of me
And that's why I'm singin this song
Chorus: it's my nigga, my nerve, my one love
(you're my brother)
The one who wouldn't change on a nigga
(you're my brother, you're my brother)
Cause we shared the same blood
(there's no other)
That's my nigga, my nerve, my one love
(you're the only one for me)
The one that wouldn't change on a nigga
Don't change on a nigga
It's my nigga, my nerve, my one love
(you're my brother)
The one who wouldn't change on a nigga
(you're my brother, you're my brother)
Cause we shared the same blood
(there's no other)
That's my nigga, my nerve, my one love
(you're the only one for me)
Even though I never told you, at times I tried
So I praise you while you alive
Now even though we look at life differently
You probably had the better view
And when it came to hoes I was way ahead of you
I went to school with em, used to fool with em in class
In the hallways tryin to get some ass with my hall pass
You did homework, and I did bitches
You was plottin on how to pass, I was plottin on some riches
It showed in the report card
You paid attention to the teacher
I was lookin at the sport cars
In the magazines with my headphones, knowin I was dead wrong
Cuttin class, goin everywhere but home
When you got a job, mama and them was proud, I was jealous
You worked late nights, I ran the streets with the fellows
In a rush to be grown, you was still more mature
Cause you hang with your own, plus my heart was pure
You my nigga, til I'm dead and gone
And I loved you like you was a part of me
And that's why I'm singin this song
Chorus
2x: let me hear ya say oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh
Intro:
What them niggas in here wanted to know
They done made beef with one of the realest niggas rollin
Now it's time to go
Verse 1:
Now pump me up so all them real niggaz can feel me
I told y'all what I represent and that's until they kill me
Why these niggas play with me I guess I never know the answer
Well beefin with mac is like sleepin with lung cancer
You know you gon die, you don't know where
You don't know when, you don't know nothin
But that nigga was camoflauged with a mac 10
I remember y'all faces, I remember the days I remember the times
I remember I was in the mall and this nigga just wasn't respectin my
Mind
I knew the nigga he was with and the nigga he was with was tellin him
Chill
This nigga continued, this nigga couldn't be for real
I never said a word, cause tru niggas don't be yappin
He must take me for some kind of hoe, cause I be rappin
I look in his eyes and seen the daddy was really soft
Either he just full of that shit, or just tryin to get his nuts off
However, whatever, I don't give a fuck, you done played with the big
Chief
Now asks yourself, do you really wanna sleep nigga
Chorus: 2x
We got beef
All my niggas gon ride tonight
We got beef
Somebody's gon die tonight
We got beef
Don't even sleep
Soon as I leave the studio, I'll be headed to your street nigga
Verse 2:
I was by my potnahs house peepin out these beats that he made
Just chillin, free stylin, just thinkin about some ways to get paid
Some new nigga he came around and I never met him
Get close to me, I don't even know why these niggas let him
For some strange reason, he never looked me in my eyes
When he spoke he ducked his head, or just yapped to one of them other
Guys
And we was outside talkin, I was lettin him peep out my new weapon
I walked away for one second, when I came back he started steppin
Look, I thought nothin of it, I just continued to yap and talk
But when I went to go get my shit, I had realized my shit had walked
What the fuck? who the fuck got a ride? look show me his spot
If I see this nigga with my shit, this nigga gon get got
But the lord must love the wicked too, cause I had never seen his face
But you best believe when I catch him, him and my bullets they gon
Embrace
Forgive me for my anger, I'm a product of the streets
And I was taught that you never ever ever sleep with beef, peace
Chorus
Outro:
We got beef
When you beefin with them no limit niggas, it's like beefin with me
When you beefin with master p nigga, that's like beefin with me
When you beefin with the shocker, that's like beefin with me
Nigga, when you beefin with c-murder, that's like beefin with me
When you beefin with any nigga on the tank, that's like beefin with me
And you know what I do to niggas that beef with me
Verse 1: Mia X
You better think before you call Tyrone
Can you trust him
Is he real
Does he look you in the eyes and make you feel what he's saying
Shit I ain't playing
My ??? in knots
Remember the last niggas you felt they got you robbing shop
I gots no time for new friends
Some of the old ones ain't cool
You ain't kicked it with this nigga since high school
And you twenty-two now
All a sudden y'all exchanging numbers callin
You don't think that nigga heard you ballin
Fuck that
I smell a rat
And I can hear the gats click clack
Along with the sirens
And special forces teams
Or can it be that infrared beam and ski masks
Niggas on a mission who say they gots to have it
I'm grasping at straws
And you think I'm picking with cha
But you gots to stay one up on them niggas
For they come and get cha
You figure since y'all go way back them that matters
Sometimes they be the first to ratta tatta
Chorus: Mia X
Friend or foe
You never know who's real
Who's fake
Who's mask of love disguise hate
You never know
Break bread sleep in your house
Then turn around and rat you out
Friend or foe
You never know who's real
Who's fake
Who's mask of love disguise hate
You never know
Break bread sleep in your house
Then end up being rivals in a shot out
Verse 2: Mac
Have you ever pulled a caper
With a nigga who you thought was your ace
Y'all got separated he got caught
And they took him to that place
With no hesitation
He was coughing up all kinds of information
Ole, master splint ass nigga
Can't handle interrogation
Type of nigga that see your killer
But instead of informing you
Act like he don't see shit
Walk away without warning you
Ain't that cold
Cause you remember when he had slept on your couch
When his other partner had kicked him out
For running his god damn mouth
But see ah that's the type of shit your girl was telling you bout
And she told you he was trying to fuck every time you left the house
You thought he was only tripping
And that she was only bitching
Till you caught in your kitchen
Trying to shove his little dick in
What you love
So now you in the pen for it
Oh yeah you shot him so now you doing ten for it
Niggas don't give a fuck
They would rob you now
And drink with you later
Rape your sister
Go to school with you
And cheat on your paper
[mac talking]
Yeah klc dj wop it's all about them hoes
I know my nigga wop don't love them hoes
My nigga kl he ain't loving them hoes
My nigga cult definitely ain't loving them hoes
Y'all what's up with this mac nigga feel it
To all the bitches hoes and all that shit
Running around with them tights on trying to find them tricks
Running behind that dick chasing niggas with brand names
I see you tight coming you making it harder for the right woman
Off in the club giving rappers a hug
Trying to get some love letting them put their hands on your glove
Off in the limo you and that slim hoe
They hit the ass and let their partner and them know
So now you on they demo
They wrote a rhyme about cha
They told the world how they got that out cha
All up in the mouth too you with the groupie route boo
They made you famous your man has got to be your bitch
He saw the video tape and said all man that ain't shit
Instead of ending it he defending it I'll give you that much
Either he lame or your pussy is pure gold with diamond clusters
But he a buster cause everybody fucked you
But he the only one saying he love you
Woo you's a
Hoes hoes you know I'm bout them hoes hoes
But I don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes
Wop don't love them hoes hoes
Kl don't love them hoes hoes
Fiend don't love them hoes hoes
Coonts don't love them hoes
Check this out
I seen her in the house in blue shaking her ass
Winking her eye at every nigga who passed
Trying to fell that glass put his pants back
The ass fat but you asked backwards
A trip with a simple effect even don't have to
Simple things you be after you caught up in the rapture
Me and my nigga point at you with laughter
But get down or try to understand you world
And what it did to make you such a shallow ass girl
I know you laid with this nigga that you met last night
You fucking him because his white land cruiser's looking tight
Stroking telling you that it was love at first sight
But you don't realize that it was love for the night
Now you at the crib crying you sick of all them niggas lying
But you the one that's doing all the lying
Supplying the cat to all the niggas that be trying to mack
On the celia you wants to be real familiar
Now back at the spot where the champagne pop
You in the club corner getting wet in some rain drop
It's common to you so you except it
It's unknown how many niggas you done slept with
Chorus
We don't love them hoes hoes
We don't love them hoes hoes hoes hoes
I'm bout them hoes
Check it hoes
My nigga slim I let them hoes know I'm from the 3rd yo
My name is macadon and I'll get all up in em' slow
I gives a fuck I get bucked nigga what
My nigga dj wop told me to let them niggas know what's up
My girl storm she definitely in the house
I'm from uptown so you niggas know I got all the clout
[skull duggery]
We deadly
We deadly, ahh
We deadly, ahh
We deadly, ahh
We deadly, ahh
We deadly, ahh
We deadly, ahh
[mac]
My rap style is kill kill, never forget that
See the wig, you split that, you get that, it's that simple
Talk is cheaper then generic goods
We deadly apostiles, that means respected in every hood
The realest niggas be the illest niggas, he who whispers in the dark
You can see the black in my heart
But that tigers in my eyes when I come through, fuck what you been through
It's bout what you gone do when it come to
You ever dance with the devil cause we can take it to that level
I'm talking ghetto to ghetto just to catch you and wet you
Bless the soul of any nigga I cross
Somewhere in the shuffle we was lost looking for drama at any cost
Love changes, niggas is cut throat, especially when they snort coke
Mac's a minister, I was sent to replenish ya
Nothin can come between us, niggas who try to see us
Probably thanking me for sending them to meet they jesus
[mac/(skull duggery)]
Ya'll want this war nigga (war)
Y'all want this beef nigga (beef)
Y'all really want a million niggas on your street nigga (street)
Y'all best to chill nigga (chill)
Cause we some real niggas (real)
You ain't heard, we murder murder kill kill niggas (kill kill)
Ya'll want this war nigga (war)
Y'all want this beef nigga (beef)
Y'all really want a million niggas on your street nigga (street)
Y'all best to chill nigga (chill)
Cause we some real niggas (real)
You ain't heard, we murder murder kill kill niggas (murder murder kill kill)
[master p]
We riders and I done rolled with the best
See y'all started this mess, now who wanna get wet
I done changed my life and chill cause no limit pays the bills
Now suckas banging on records, tryin to break down what I build
Before I started this I was a killer, a motherfucking drug dealer
Now who the fuck don't feel us, what's up to my real niggas (hoody hooo)
No limit soldiers we back, aim cock the tec
Rat-a-tat-tat, I hope they got they gat
I'm the big fish, y'all cupcakes, run up on the tank and get duct taped
Nigga look me up in the dictionary under motherfucking great
Cause I run atlanta, north carolina to alabama
Detriot to chicago, every ghetto, every slammer
Every dope dealer, every dope spot, from the calliope to your block
I know why y'all bitches mad at us cause no limit still hot
[mac/(skull duggery)]
Ya'll want this war nigga (war)
Y'all want this beef nigga (beef)
Y'all really want a million niggas on your street nigga (street)
Y'all best to chill nigga (chill)
Cause we some real niggas (real)
You ain't heard, we murder murder kill kill niggas (kill kill)
Ya'll want this war nigga (war)
Y'all want this beef nigga (beef)
Y'all really want a million niggas on your street nigga (street)
Y'all best to chill nigga (chill)
Cause we some real niggas (real)
You ain't heard, we murder murder kill kill niggas (murder murder kill kill)
[silkk the shocker]
Nigga it's murder murder, nigga it's kill kill.
Shit'll get real nigga.
I know y'all don't want that.
Cause y'all talk this shit.
Us, we live this shit.
Y'all trying to get in this shit.
We trying to get up out this shit.
Shit, you don't want a million motherfuckers coming to your door.
You can't go no where.
Cause once it's beef, it's on for life nigga.
Picture that.
You can't walk no where.
You can't hide no where.
Picture that, picture that.
See all of us nigga, we from the streets.
And this how we eat.
It's no limit.
And don't none of us wanna go back nigga if we don't have to.
But if we have to, we'll go back nigga.
You ask me, would I ride and die for this.
Fuckin well right.
Shit, niggas'll die for words nigga.
[Mac:]
From California to the west bay I'm on a mission
I'm untouchable with percision
Delux playa bitches rushin' to see me on GB
Game is running deeply, I'm like Silk (baby)
Cause they wanna Freak Me
I'm in the zone with my potnas, blaze a spliff and make a wish
Grab the chopper and make a hit
I ain't even trippin' though, we got more Heat then Al Pacino
Just me and my amigo forever counting C-notes
In the casino in Reno we leave them buzzing
Broke and disgusted dusted but fuck it
Peepin' all the latest G-shit
Peep this I be gettin' around make no secret to this hall of game
When they call my name then it's all the same
The question everyone wannts to know is will a baller change?
But my Roots is running deep as Alex Haley
So when you see me give me dap and don't play me
[Mac Mall:]
NIgga I sported roll before it was popular
Since grade school been a fool with the choppin' ah
Kill for cutties you couldn't see with bionoculars
Leave you in ashes or with the dirt on top of ya
Crazy like a bag of angel dust suckas don't fuck with us
I stomp you I cut you I gat slap you and tie you up
I fuck with them psychos you toy like Tyco
Your lights on I'm running through your tilt with the hype chrome
Don't ever step to Baby Capone
Boy I have your closest folks and all your family noid
See I'm a 535 never sober always high
Young pimp posted up in the high ride
Ride with them gangstas some say the Wiseguys
Wear fancy clothes but we keep them black 9's
Tomorrow gonna be the shit as long as the sun shine
And ask your bitch I'm way too saucy about mine
[Hook:]
Why you wanna hate me cause I'm flossy?
Ha ha ya can't because I'm way to saucy
Ain't fuckin' with you bitches that be bossy
Trying to cramp my style you need to back up off me [x2]
[A.K.:]
I know why motherfuckers want to hate me cause my floss is tight
You know what the cost to bite is the loss of life
Put my mackin' in perspective, bitch it's a done deal
Keep my clique kind of selective that's how you stay protected
From you buster motherfuckers who don't know
You ran up on a crew of motherfuckers fo' sho to let it go
Hit the strip got the bitches screamin' "Papi"
The cops wanna stop me
They want to set me up but they sloppy
I'm building up my game my hustlin' gang thang
But blow up in skrilla Cali, a must to maintain my composer
Bit the bombest spot for the doja
A 9-4-3-3 soldier, a bitch will most to the square
But I ain't got no choice but to be a player
Cause I ain't even trying to go there
I'm gonna lay back in the cut breakin' bread with the crew
So all you niggas riding for me I'm riding for you
I thought you knew
[Mac:]
Come around my way so we so we can sip E&J;
Hennessy and Coke niggas gettin' smoked in the alleyway
Them Cali days nothing but sunshine running from the one time
Still hittiin' fences, lifestyle is stupendous
Spittin' true game since wayback
Nigga don't hate me because I'm way phat
Can't put too much on it
I'm saucy floss like Prego, from Diego to the Bay
I'm clockin' grip like Canseco
[Mac Mall:]
Now must I
Tear a page of the game for them suckas
Mac & A.K. is the name a straight hustla
Got two hoes eatin' out eachother
Pimp shit and you don't ever have to wonder
At the Ramada I done stayed smokin' ganja
Yo baby mama with Double M up on her
And y'all know what Mall do work pussy like no other
When I'm threw, get blew
Chorus (mac) :
It's world war
Can't nobody run and hide
It's world war
'cause everybody's gonna die
It's world war nigga
Can't no nigga run from me they gun for me and come for me
Feel the rath of a nigga who bust
It's world war
Can't nobody run and hide
It's world war
'cause everybody's gonna die
It's world war nigga
Can't no nigga run from me they gun for me and come for me
Feel the rath of a nigga who bust
It's world war
If you want it let's go get it get it
If it's what you need nigga we committed
If it's standing in your way nigga split it split it
And if it's real take it down with ya
Verse 1 (mac) :
I'm mac the motherfucking camoflauge hitman
And murda murda is what they get when them unpure
They sick of your shit and your funural is my cure
It be a betta world without cha I'll be so sure
Come one come all watcha em all fall
Fuck aorund with tha block-a block-a, I kicks it off like soccer
Would you like to go to war with me?
I'll make you sorry that you ever played a card with me
Ya bitch you nigga I'm soldier, got that eyes of a tiger
If you's a biter me and my niggas don't like ya
We don't feel ya, if it sound to familar
We might steal ya, in other words we gonna kill ya
Mac-a-don, and represent to the fullest
Put my name on a record I'll put your name on a bullet
I never liked ya anyway ya bitch you
Say my name so we can make it official
And get ya issue my nigga
Chorus (mac):
It's world war
Can't nobody run and hide
It's world war
'cause everybody's gonna die
It's world war nigga
Can't no nigga run from me they gun for me and come for me
Feel the rath of a nigga who bust
It's world war
If you want it let's go get it get it
If it's what you need nigga we can committed
If it's standing in your way nigga split it split it
And if it's real take it down with ya
Verse 2 (magic) :
I hear em scream bloody murder, hoping that they didn't see my face
Didn't want to kill em, but they had to be erased
With all that bullshit that they be speaking
Couldn't rest so I had to put them 6 feet deep
Thats how it is, I was raised by the thugs
They all had potential but they told me to sell drugs
It's world war 3 motherfucker, you fucking with mac you fucking with me
His enemy's my enemy, you wouldn't wanna go against this squad
You betta run and hide cause somebody bout to die
If mac say it's on then it's on, fuck sleep
We ride till the early fucking morning, looking for you bitch niggas
Yall started we gonna finish this shit
Take my picture and put it on a t-shirt bitch
I know you motherfuckers heard about me
The ones thats deceased are the ones that doupt me
You can call me mr. 9th ward
Chorus (mac):
It's world war
Can't nobody run and hide
It's world war
'cause everybody's gonna die
It's world war nigga
Can't no nigga run from me they gun for me and come for me
Feel the rath of a nigga who bust
It's world war
If you want it let's go get it get it
If it's what you need nigga we committed
If it's standing in your way nigga split it split it
And if it's real take it down with ya
Verse 3 (d.i.g.) :
Money and guns is what I'm known for keeping in my presence
These niggas better feel, what the fuck I'm tellin them
I'm a young ghetto nigga rebellion
And I pull this from my weapon eat a nigga flesh every second
I'm on that murda murda kill shit and trill shit
So feel that when I spit it's gonna be real shit
I got my guns up ready to hit
Run your mouth like a pussy i'ma fill it with dick
Nigga I'm a soldier, camaflouge nigga from the 'nolia
Fuck around with this war shit nigga your world is over
If it's what you need nigga come and get it get it
If you want beef nigga I'm commited and wit it
Who dat nigga? What? Nigga you know me?
Yeah, nigga uptown, Mac
Watch them Boyz, watch them Boyz
Y'all know them Boyz? You better watch them Boyz
Watch them Boyz, watch them Boyz
Y'all know them Boyz? You better watch them Boyz
See that nigga with the slugs, he got the gat
See that nigga in the black, he got the sack
See, don't fuck with them niggas when they on they shit
And don't fuck with them niggas in the no-limit clique
See Calio boys, they don't give a fuck but them 504 Boyz
They'll bust you up, when they doin' bad, they'll rob your ass
Run from the Taz then hustle and grab, the one thing my niggas
They don't stunt but they'll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts
Watch them Boyz, watch them Boyz
Y'all know them Boyz, you better watch them Boyz
Watch them Boyz, watch them Boyz
Y'all know them Boyz, you better watch them Boyz
Watch them Boyz, watch them Boyz
Y'all know them Boyz, you better watch them Boyz
Man look, who them niggas with their rag on
And the gold teeth? I know them Boyz know me
I know them Boyz heard of me, probably wanna murder me
Probably got some niggas outside, smokin' out my ride
But I hope they got they bullet proof vest on
'Cause I be shootin' like a fiend, shootin' heroin
Oh, where you from dog? Where you from? Oh, is that right?
Now get the fuck before I show you what this mac like
You niggas must be made of Teflon, 'cause y'all just stumbled
In the wrong hood tryin' to get your rap on
Tell the DJ, cut the lights on, so we can take it outside
And get our motherfuckin' fight on
Watch them Boyz, watch them Boyz
Y'all know them Boyz, you better watch them Boyz
Watch them Boyz, watch them Boyz
Y'all know them Boyz, you better watch them Boyz
They got me runnin' through this dirty maze, I feel a trap
Footprints all through this dirty grave [Incomprehensible]
Comin' 9 millimeter, two heaters stuck in my bitches
You niggas keep on chasin', I'm takin' some of you with me
I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end
God, forgive my sins, 'cause I gots to make it in
Tried it playin' with the good but my hood is raw
Head busters and wig splitters, it's all them so
Ain't got time for the game, no more hoes always in us
It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jealous
All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference
Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners
Watch them Boyz, watch them Boyz
Y'all know them Boyz, you better watch them Boyz
Watch them Boyz, watch them Boyz
[Chorus]
Tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
[C murder]
I won't limit the truth, I roll with killers and dealers
From the 504 we be some tank dogg niggas
50 dollars for show, so nigga respect my mind
Fit shot to the arm from a muthafuckin' tech 9
Kill kill, on a murder scene
Got niggas tweekin for my muthafuckin' shit like a dope fiend
I get a buzz when I dip blunts, and uhh
I make moves with that nigga with the gold fronts
1998 nigga tha tank dawgs rule, I pull a lick and get go
Cus I ain't got nothing to prove, fuck with camoflauged
She die, you gun' die tonight
If that bullet don't kill you, then you gon' bleed from a dog bite
My shit sellin' like dope, uncut like coke
Nigga fuck a drug, my studio like a crack house
No limit for life, TRU niggas stay cut
We be some tank dawgs, and we ain't runnin'
[Chorus]
Tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
[Fiend]
Damn I wanted to live, was it ?way beyond? Be'em or live
Moma get a shirts on her kid, I wasnt supposed to see 1-6
Now a thug ?? All the niggas tha tank can't be with
The young killers and much skrilla is all I see with
I can't see not be'n equipped and camouflaged in my six
50 dollars on my ?story bit?, I worry, worry style bitch
Even though my hostile spit on his mossburg grip
Quote it I spoke tank dawgs make hustlers quick
Got the never to pull shit, disrespect usual niggas
TRU gang affiliated with two more niggas
When we score niggas never just marijuana
Rome by the home copiana from mama drama
Chase blood like a piranha, sleepy eyes from that ganja
Left your neighborhood burning in flames, just for a reminder
Kinda hostile in a war, that was segregated
Tank dawgs, and boss hogs, guess were I was initiated
[Chorus]
Tank dawgs
Be a tank dawgs, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
[Mac]
Now everybody wanna be a tank dawg nigga, cus them tank dawg niggas get
paid
Don't nobody wanna be a tank dawg hater, cus them tank dawg haters get
sprayed
They call me Mr. Camouflaged, cus IM a samurai worrier
Call a coroner, dead bodies in my Nautica van
I lay back with the thirty gat in my hand
Cus he's dead, he's a man, only tank dawgs understand
I came up from the dust, never givin' a fuck
14 hollerin' third world, grabbin' my nuts
No limit soldier till I die, ain't no stoppin' me, ain't no droppin' me
That's the way it was, the way it got to be
Tank dawgs back up in 'emm with the soldier shit
(boom, boom) on the nigga when he dissin' the clique
I'm like Malcolm X, but with my hands on the tech
To the bitches IM in love with 'emm, to the niggas IM ?on crack?
[Chorus]
Tank dawgs
We dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
Be a tank dawg, we dem tank dawg niggas
[Master P]
Ah ha ha ha
Yah muthafuckas
50 dollars
Mr. Camouflage
And Sleepy Eyed Jones, nigga
No Limit niggas
Turned tank dawg niggas
You heard me, ah ha ha
I'll do anything to prove to you I care for you
Even if I have to catch a falling star.
'Cause to me you are the flower of my heart.
Girl
I love you for being you
And the special way you always touch my heart
Girl
I'll be there if ever you call
I'll be your adrenalin all and all!
Roses are red
violets are blue
baby
Well
if there's anything I'm certain of
it's love you!
You're the only one that's ever been this good to me
That is why I always want you in my life.
And when I think about the things that you have done for me
It explains why you're the apple of my eye.
Girl
I trust you and all you do
And I'm so thankful that you've opend up your heart.
And I'll be there if ever you call
I'll be your adrenalin all and all!
Roses are red
violets are blue
baby
Roses are red
violets are blue
baby
Everybody sing'n say: Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
baby
baby
Sing it like you never say: Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
baby!
Girl
I love you just for being you ...
Roses are red
violets are blue
baby
Roses are red
violets are blue
baby
Roses are red
violets are blue
baby
(mac talking)
Woah
Like my poppa said life is just like a game
You got to play it
You got those who hate to play it
But when you play you gotta play it right
Ya heard me?
Verse 1:
I used to sit on that pine and watch these other players shine
Coach never gave me no kinda of play time
I got game, I got game, I would try to explain
But he ain't hear me look, I doubt people even remember my name
Remember me who carried that gatorade? you told me I would later play
You never put me in, I waited for days
I wanted to ball too, I wanted to shine,
Let me get in and get mine, this pine is starting to hurt my behind
So why you hatin' me? when I came to pratice faithfully
I got the grades, I got the nike wrist bands with the michael air j's
You never substitued your kin-folks
Even if we winning by 30, with 30 seconds left in the 4th
Half of them is too old, the other half parole,
Don't make me rat and make 'em take back all the trophies you stole
Shorty wanna ball, I'm telling yall
If he don't get his break, someone gonna meet their fate
Chorus x2
Put me in tha game
I wanna shine too man , let me get mine too,
Look I wanna show these fools what I can do
Put me in tha game
All I want is a shot,
I might be as good or better than them players you got
Verse 2:
I cant believe you told me I was chump, told me that I played like a punk
You never knew I would grow 6'4", double pump, and dunk
I never gave up and even when I got cut, I went home
Study my game alittle more, pratice on my free throws
I got with another team and got my shine on, my play time on,
Just pass me the ball, I give resistance all
Coaches sweating me, cheerleaders wont stop letting me,
I guess I got the recipe now
Soon as I hit the court, I hear sceams, which only means,
To follow your dreams, no matter how roughed the road might seem
I said that to say this, the life is like a sport
The ghetto's your home court, if you weak you playing the wrong sport
By any means stick to your guns,
And I'm ain't talking about the ones that shoot
I'm talking about the roots
And when they put you in keep the same hunger
That's how you elavate, that's how you get your game stronger
Chorus x2
(mac talking)
Ya heard me?
Put me in tha game
And i'ma show you one thing
I'ma play it right
Cause ain't no faking ya heard me?
1999, ghetto commander what
[2-4-1 talking]
Alright, we got mac, magic, fiend
And fa sho we got 2-4-1 up in this bitch
You know what I'm saying?
And if any of you motherfuckers move
Y'all gon get your fuckin heads blown off
Ya heard me?
[mac]
Alright, nobody move, nobody die
If you thinkin about breathin, then i'ma open fire
Tonight everybody's gonna die tonight
Mr. magic, you pat em down
2-4-1 y'all duct tape em
And if anybody move fiend gon disenegrate em
Startin with you and you, 'cause I told y'all not to breathe
Now I want the rest of y'all to watch them motherfuckers bleed
Throw down your rollies, your gucci's, your 'sace's
And your new jays, and your cellphones
And anything else that cost over a hundred bones
[magic]
Alright, i'ma pat everybody down
So keep your heads to the floor
Whoever in charge of this bitch better point me to the door
I'm lookin for the loot, so me and my people can leave
But any dis-cooperation and one of you bitches gon bleed
I'm bout that drama, ask my mama, she ain't raise no punk
I'm bout that murder, you motherfuckers better smell my trunk
They call me magic 'cause I'm known for makin my victims disappear
Fear? naw nigga that shit ain't happen round here
[chorus - mac] x 2
Now everybody lay it down
Nobody make a sound
I got fifty fuckin rounds
[2-4-1]
Lights beamin, we screamin, we gonna get cha
2-4-1 we're dumpin in the clip with the triggers
We gotta be bad, you better get ready
We're gonna do your ass like jason, or either like freddy
The time has come, the clock has ticked
Man hold up, this is your last trick
Off the hook, it's the way, let us reign
Niggas better know this ain't no motherfuckin game
[fiend]
Now what I got to get it done?
The m-1, I borrowed from big ed
My chopper got a spittin tongue
And when it hums, it speaks ya to death
I ain't got no problem with you, well maybe I do
You got what I want
And either till you give it up, i'ma split ya up
And don't think that I won't
Don't got much time to tell about the murder tale
To each one of y'all
But that last motherfucker that ain't really wanna give it up
Just be here with y'all
What cha mean that nigga fiend ain't got the gall?
My nigga mac gave the call
Murder, murder, kill, kill, burn up all y'all
[chorus] x 3
[mac]
I told you bitches lay it down, everybody made a sound
[Mac]Yeah, yeah, big Mac and the B.G.
You can't see me
It's like that in 96 y'all
U.P.T. connect
Keepin' it real
Give em a lil respect
We doin' it just like that
[Mac]Feel the wrath of a solja, the Crescent City Jesus
I pack a tre-deuce, got a army bout the size of Babe Ruth
We hit em
Rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers
We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher
Got the town locked with underground stock
Around clock workers to serve us
Responsible for many murders
I left your town with all the gold pieces
Shoot the Sheriff to assure my family's convict releases
Payin' witnesses to hold they breath,
Non-cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony Tec
I'm in a limo full of blow niggas
But I'm never high 'cause a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga
A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials
Keep supplier's name confidential
Crooked cops started buckin' at us
Made a turn to a dead end, but froze 'cause the cops had us
I grab the Tec and started buckin' back
'cause I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in Mac
The head shot took me under
I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number
[B.G.]Came in the clear, slide it in, cock it back
Plot it out, I put me an extra one in
That's eighteen in tha 9, I'm ready to discharge
That's eighteen for that ass, tryin' to play hard
Got the fat bullets, with the dent in the front
They get sent when you duck when I hear from the blunt
Nigga don't let me get that first draw, and I'ma toast ya
I'ma shoot'cha in the jaw first, then get some more
You know I bust heads, gotta jack it like a brand new car
I got the bulldog sendin' niggas to the mall
I send death threats, and then I fulfill em
Two hoes think they'll survive trial bein' a witness but I'ma kill'em
My nine milli is the nigga on side of me
Hollow points is for devils that wanna follow me
Try to swallow me under Providence Memorial Park,
I'm too smart to be caught, I'ma snort what I just bought
Take a ride
With the chopper lookin' for the robber on the other side
I'm so high, and the motto Uptown is do or die
Let's make it happen, think of an action
Fuck rappin' I'm cappin', fuck yappin', gimme no dappin'
Pull out the strapin' and start bustin',
Show me you bout buckin' or duckin'
'cause I'm sendin' 17 slugs I'm a thug
All about sellin' drugs, nigga you get plugged
Get out tha way, start the race, it's a big paper chase
You get the taste of the chopper strikin' you in the face
Get out the way on tha double, I bust ya bubble
I'm behind the trigga, so niggas in trouble
[Mac]T-Shirts and white caprices, my Daddy used to call him Jonny
I never thought the snake muthafuckas would be behind me
They took a shot nearly blind me
Eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely
I can't believe it, Officer Friendly, he put a slug in lil' McKinley
I'll be a memory, but I ain't havin' it
Fightin' for my life, the people grabbin' it
Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more
I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the Valujet
I heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yet
They should have never said that
My life came back, like some supernatural shit
I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me with
Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster
Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafucka I'm a solja
You can't kill me
They said we'll see
I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me?
I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement
You never see the Mac's assassination, nigga it's like that
[B.G.]Get out the way or get caught up in serious gun slangin'
'cause the shit that I'm bringin' leave a busta brains hangin'
'cause I ain't half steppin', when I come for the chop
I clock, meal, and rob, Black Connection is the mob
That I'm married to, TRU to life real niggas
Young niggas comin' down wit shit you could feel niggas
Peel niggas wig off, soft nigga play hard
But I see through you muthafucka I pull ya card
Representin' I war and die for this rap game
It's the only thing I know besides hustlin', so I do my thang
Done crossed the line wit niggas I thugged with
We run blood out'cha body, nigga we thugs, shit
So give us respect because we comin' direct
Totin' Tecs in the projects that leave a nigga wet
Baby Gangsta attacker watch my back for the jacker
Then Blacka tryin' to attack and release the ratta-tatta
Leavin' lifeless? No, never
I reverse the game in a double, I bubble
4x: mmm mmmmmm
[mac]
Soldier rag on my eye, soldier fit on my frame
I scream, "whoa" when I come through makin that mac-11 sang
If I'm dyin bad, don't tell my folks, I wasn't no joke when I blasted
Wrap me up in camoflauge, and put that tank on my casket
That nigga was hip hop, that nigga was gangsta
That nigga was tall, that nigga was slim
That nigga was shell shocked, you wouldn't want fuck with him
I hung with killas, I hung with soldiers, I hung with gs
I hung with thugs, I hung with them niggas who probably wanted to murder
Fuckas, I cross my heart and pull the trigger
Dear God if I die, let me see the eyes of my killa, so I can haunt that
Nigga
Poppa shot me through the rubber
He knew that I would be a young bad muthafucka
When i
Chorus (2x): murder, murder (murder, murder)
Kill, kill (kill, kill)
Shit's real (shit's real)
On the battlefield (on the battlefield)
[mystikal]
I said I'm sick and tired of tellin you niggas I'm not that nigga to
Play with
They thinkin that they can tell me whatever they want and I ain't gon
Say shit
I guess I'm supposed to be lettin you call me bitches and hoes to my
Face
Just look at ya, let ya fuck over me, ignore ya, then go by my way
Cut it out, stop that, unless ya got that feelin
However, wherever, whenever ya ready, I'm that nigga
You said, "fuck no limit" then the next thing you heard was (*@$#%)
"ow!"
That was me whippin the fuck out that bitch in the ? waffle house?
Look at you now, I'm warnin you nigga wherever you fuck up right there
I'm shuttin you down, I'm tellin you if we don't know you don't come
Round that tank
Or no limit gon clown, I fuck over yo ass balls as big as godzilla
Here lizard, lizard, lizard, I'm comin to get ya
When I catch ya, you can betcha, blood gon spill
Murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Chorus 2x
[mac]
I was born a soldier, mama will tell ya I never was fake, I was real
I'm camouflaged and never die, it been that way since I was l'il
Murder, murder, murder, murder, kill, kill, it's real
You cross me wrong, don't think I forgot ya, just waitin on you to chill
You started beef with the assassin, when you see me you gotta be blastin
Ain't no love for the other side, cause I get all up in the ass and
Operation uptown, ghetto niggas shell shocked
Camoflauged down, soldier rebound, straight off the block
Chorus:- MAC
Mero mitho sapana bani aunu hai,bipani maa pani aunu hai
Saara khusi haru sameti timro jiwana maa sajai dinchu hai.
(Verse 1) - Viber B
Timi aba sangai basa o meri mayalu,
Pira byatha timra aaba ma tira saarideu.
Priti kewal timi sanga sadhai nai vari yo,
Maya garchu timilai chokho vandai ta chu ni hau.
Sapani ra bipani maa timi mero aagi hunchau,
Maya dina khojchu timilai tara kina taadha jaanchau ?.
Maya maile dinay hera nekai nai choko ho,
Sadhai vari timro saatha chainay aba vo.
Timro tyo prabirti le lau na lovyayo ni,
Udaasi ma muskaan leuna timi nai aayow ki.
Har bihani timi yaada banera auchau ni,
Cheu nahudaa timi badhcha yo
(Chorus)- MAC
Mero mitho sapana bani aunu hai,bipani maa pani aunu hai,
Saara khusi haru sameti timro jiwana maa sajai dinchu hai.
Timro aakha bhitra luki basnay chu aasu bani jharrdina hai,
Saara khusi haru sameti timro jiwanama sajaidinchu hai.
(Verse 2)-Bullet Flo'
All eyes on me,I don't need no intro,
When I step up in the house they already know.
Its your boy Bullet Flo',keep pushin the tempo,
Getting high every night,makin' hoes get low.
But this playa chap aint no playa no more,
Feels like I'm lost in the different world.
Aint havin much fun maybe Im getting old,
There aint no doubt im into you girl.
I know,Im the 1 who u like to call,
Always when you're feelin like ure about to fall.
Even Ima cancel all my schedule,
then rush coz I gotta hold u baby girrrlll.
Come here right under my arms where ure secure,
Where u don't need to retend or act mature.
Where u can letchyo happiness insured,
And then later on u can hope for more...
(Chorus)
Mero mitho sapana bani aunu hai,bipani maa pani aunu hai,
Saara khusi haru sameti timro jiwana maa sajai dinchu hai.
(BRIDGE):
ma baghna chaahanchu timi sangai,ma huna chahanchu timi sanga maya.
Ma doobna chahanchu timi sangai "sadhaiii...sadhaiii"
(CHORUS)
Mero mitho sapana bani aunu hai,bipani maa pani aunu hai,
Saara khusi haru sameti timro jiwana maa sajai dinchu hai.
Timro aakha bhitra luki basnay chu aasu bani jharrdina hai,
Saara khusi haru sameti timro jiwanama sajaidinchu hai.
Outro 2X -- Ful haru bata baasna chori lyaayau ki?
Juna tara lai aafno muhaarmaa sajyayau ki?
Baadal lai aafno paachhyaauri banaayow ki?
C-murder talking:
I know the whole world is full
Of a bunch thug niggas and thug figures
The whole world is based upon young
Niggas coming up in the ghetto, in the streets
You now what I'm saying
I'm sitting here reminiscing about the past.
Just want to let y'all motherfuckers know
What a nigga went through and how a nigga
Became what the fuck he is
You check it out
Chorus: c-murder
Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
Motherfuckin memories, as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
[c-murder]
I remember way back in my project days
A little dirty motherfucker dreaming bout a pair of j's
Left alone in this world of crime
Five kids no daddy and my big brother doing time
Now what the fuck I'm I supposed to do
I said give it up to the niggas with the smaller crew
I guess this thug shit is in my blood
Started smoking weed, got my first hit from my nigga 'cause
Me and my bitch we used to cut classes
And me silkk caught our first charges, grand theft and trespassing
I never thought that I would make it out the ghetto
A young nigga living like the motherfucking goodfellas
I wear gun like it was part of my clothes
With them rocks in my socks, running from the po po
>from the block to the motherfucking penitentiaries
I'm reminiscing about my motherfucking memories
Chorus repeat 2x
[mac]
I remember mac, (who? )
The neighborhood nigga who rapped
Little skinny motherfucker used to get punched and slapped
Little timid motherfucker never had an older brother
Alone in the street I learned rules of the ghetto
I was scared to die
Junior high running from them niggas on that other side
Who was opening fire
Couldn't tell mom's, couldn't tell pop's
That was the very night I became shell shocked(wooo)
Paranoid, I used to steal and borrow
You gotta respect how I sport the same outfit today and tomorrow
Hand me downs in my closet, roaches in my bed
I couldn't sleep to hard cause one might crawl up in my head
Went to school for the fool, fuck a teacher
Mama gave her last 20 dollars to the preacher
Rap wasn't paying the bills
And that's real
Now I scream murder, murder, kill, kill nigga
1997, same-old shit, (whats happening), niggas locked down
a cage bird can only sing for so long nigga, you know what I'm sayin'
wanna be free, thats real
[Verse 1]
I was on my way upstate, for felonies, Mac'll never see
The sunshine, these good old times, it's haunting me
My family is wanting me to break free
Plus it's looking as if I'm about to die, in the arms of the justice
Plotting my escape, before I made it to the gates
Thinking I'ma break, no matter what the shit takes
The maximum incarceration is what they got me facing
I'm having thoughts of pacing and masturbation
Laying up in a cell, never seeing females
Reminiscing about the skins I gave hell, oh well
Courts ain't even trying to hear my pleases
Yelling you gonna get parole when hell freezes
A double murder is what I got to explain to God
With no holds barred, it's hard, my mind is forever scarred
Mercy on a soldier, I'm seeing things Nostradamus couldn't see
When all I really wanna be is free nigga
[Chorus]
(I want to be free, oh yeah
I want to be free, oh yeah
I want to be free, oh yeah
I want to be free, oh yeah
I want to be free, oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
My baby girl is pregnant with a future Mac
Waiting for me to come back, but old judge ain't tryin to hear that
He wanna see me die of old age, in a two man cage
A straight rage, I'd rather be on stage
Instead I'm in the pit, over some shit, I didn't commit
It was the niggas I was with, but I'm silent
Its funny how Lucifer can seduce ya
These so called niggas be on the Seas of Madusa
Its funny how time walk, when they be in the slammer
Facing the type of sentences you can't correct with grammar
And I'm dealing with these lifers, some of these niggas find me attractive
And be trying to bend me over backwards, but I'm active
Years add on, every enemy I shank, penitentiary ain't what you think
I wanna be free, wishing I could strangle up all the jurors and prosecutors
But I'm trapped with lots of losers
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Its been 9 months of pain, in this ball and chain
Still thinkin about them days, I was living vain, ain't it strange
Cause I'd give anything to move on
And play a game of peek-a-boo with my newborn
I'm seeing niggas take they own lives under pressure
You come in here with attitudes, niggas gonna test ya
I'm lookin at the gates, ready to break, I don't fake
Tell the judge I'll be rhyming at his wake
[C-Murder]
Say Mystikal(say Mystikal nigga)& MAC brah(Macadon)
Niggas on tha streets can't do but love niggas like us
Spittin' all that muthafuckin' real gangsta ass shit
We ain't playin' we mean what we say & say what we mean
I thought you know(I'm just another thug nigga) you know what I'm sayin'
That's all I'm makin' forever boy
[C-Murder]
I'm known for runnin' tha streets & makin' moneys in bundles
An niggas love me for that gangsta ass shit I be comin'
Because I'm TRU 2 Da Game
You niggas feelin' my name
An if you FUCK UP I'ma have them bullets pourin' like rain
You can't hide, I'm suicidal, it's very vital to yo health
That my muthafuckin' message is felt
Because I mean what I say & I say what I'm mean
An my dream is to seem like I'm swimmin' in green forever
An never fall or put my Tank on tha wall
An spit real shit & watch them niggas label 'em hits
Cause only TRU niggas last in tha game & get bigga
So what do you call yourself, I'm just another thug nigga
(I'm just another thug nigga)
[Chorus: Jamo & C-Murder]
You don't wanna fuck with me(I'm justa another thug nigga)
I'm just(I'm just another thug nigga) another thug nigga
Oh you don't wanna fuck with me
I'm just another thug nigga(just another thug yea yea)
[Repeat]
[MAC]
(So who we do this for C)
I send this out thug niggas holdin' nikel bags on tha come up
Swollow 'em when them folks run up
We speakin' in tongues
To yall deep in tha slums
We strive for that 18-5
Fuckin' your dealers wives & shit
You livin' in yo project, pushin' yo Benzo on lorenzo's
Tossin' weed out tha tinted window
When you see po po
I'm loco like short bus riders
my mission was to chief that
An that's tha shit these niggas gotta respect
So respect that & pass tha weed away from cause I don't fuck around
You don't wanna me high, ya see me buckin' niggas down
I hate niggas who hate me
So I'm a hater to a certain degree
But who wouldn't be, I'ma thug nigga
[master p]
Well, it's like this player.
You know, it's either we all strapped.
Cause if we ain't somebody goin die.
We roll on this side and they roll on our side.
It's like a never ending game.
And whoever left, that's who wins.
So check it out player.
[mac]
Everybody's going trigger happy, wanting to blast
I remember we used to play ball and cut class
Now my niggas sport bulletproofs, clutching their gat
We all headed for hell, my grandmama told me that
Even now I'm going shell shocked, wanting to shoot
I was a little cool nigga to tell you the truth
They put the gats in the ghetto, them rotten motherfuckers
Wanted us to get frusterated and kill one another
Now we all beefing and it won't stop till we all sleeping
Everybody's got to die but why we point the finger at the white man
Nigga it's us killing us late at night man
So now I ask my god, is this the way of the world or just the hood niggas
My auntie said, mac what happend to the good niggas
Am I a fool cause my heart be true
And I give a fuck about you and you
But they don't hear me
[ms. peaches]
When them niggas ride on you
You turn around and ride on me
Tell me what you gonna do, it's genocide
When them niggas ride on you
You turn around and ride on me
Tell me what you gonna do, it's genocide
[mac]
Flowers in the soap saying I felt pain
Through the eyes of the youth I envision your gain
My nigga eric was young when he was caught up in the drama
Them niggas took his life right in front his baby mama
Was that God or the devil, that shit is so deep
It's hard to dig it with a shovel, now we on that other level
That's the tale of the ghetto, never change with the name
It's a constant war, nobody wins, everybody pains
Everywhere they hating
They got me sporting camoflauge when I'm misled, preparing on the armageddon
And everybody to blame for the supplies
To the vibes, little kids they caught up in the crossfires
Is this the way of the world or just the hood niggas
My auntie said, mac what happend to the good niggas
Am I a fool cause my heart be true
And I gave a fuck about you and you
But they don't hear me
[ms. peaches]
When them niggas ride on you
You turn around and ride on me
Tell me what you gonna do, it's genocide
When them niggas ride on you
You turn around and ride on me
I dedicate this song to all the kids out there
Growing up without they father in they life
That's some real serious shit
Y'all listen
I know I'm not perfect but I strive to be
Feel it
I met you at only five months, spittin image of a one night stand
Between woman and man
Beautiful baby girl, not a worry in the world
I see the sun rise in your innocent eyes and I'm hypnotized
Lemme tell you bout life and bout the way it is
Oh this world ain't nothing like folks say it is
Lemme protect you from these years to come
Bout a fairy tale life far away from the slums
You'll be mines if I could rewind time
You know me so long though, you got them killer eyes of mine
When you get older you understand
Especially when your peers tell you mac was one hell of a man
I never met your real dad
And I never meant for this to make a nigga feel bad
And that's my word, you couldn't understand the essence and this I know
Cause I was there to watch you grow
Is you feeling me
Daddy do you love me and if so
Why you wasn't there to hug me and watch me grow
Daddy do you love me and if so
Why you wasn't there to hug me and watch me grow
Daddy do you love me and if so
Why you wasn't there to hug me and watch me grow
This is what it sound like
Growing up without your godfather in your life
Young black male growing up without a father figure
Ha ha ha, makes it that much harder nigga
Trying to be a man with no example of a man
Mama doing what she can but she can't show you how to be a man
And this is where we break down
We used to be cops and robbers, turn into shake down
Now we living like rebels, born killers
We born to be kings and queens nigga, on the reala
I know that you and your baby mama can't get along
But there's no excuse, so leave the kid alone
Cause ain't nothing like the birth of a child
A blessing in disguise, the girls, the guys with they daddy's eyes
And think about this before you abandon them
The people they try and can't even having one
Before you say I'm preaching and you don't wan' hear it
Take a look in the mirror, can you feel it
Daddy do you love me and if so
Why you wasn't there to hug me and watch me grow
Daddy do you love me and if so
Why you wasn't there to hug me and watch me grow
Daddy do you love me and if so
Why you wasn't there to hug me and watch me grow
This is what it sound like
Growing up without your godfather in your life
Daddy do you love me and if so
Why you wasn't there to hug me and watch me grow
Daddy do you love me and if so
Why you wasn't there to hug me and watch me grow
Daddy do you love me and if so
Why you wasn't there to hug me and watch me grow
This is what it sound like
[mac talking]
Cut that ? simply? track off
Give me a little volume in my headphones
Turn the mic up a little bit nigga I cant here myself
What? what?
Alright
Its ? macadon? off in this motherfucker
Dj wop, klc
Feel it
[mac]
First of all, nigga fuck y'all y'all niggas ain't shit
I'm the one who slash rappers and be fucking they bitch
I hate rappers who hate other rappers for making it
Record labels be dickin niggas, niggas just be takin it
Fakin it with videos, with pretty hoe's and limos
But callin no limit tryin submit them fuckin demos
Fake ass niggas be hollin "keep it real"
I got family nigga, keep it real to them God damn bills
I give a fuck, bout hip-hop the culture of the call
This shit is watered down like a scene from jaws
I done been through all the phases,
Tampered with all the styles,
Niggas done soldier hated,
Mac retaliated
Tell them niggas in back with semi-autos
You dis me on wax, you might not see tomorrow
I'm like zorro, I mark d.f.m on they back
[and what's that] that mean don't fuck wit mac
They should've told you I was nothing nice
As a matter of fact they should've told you I was nothing nice twice
My rollie was dipped in ice, my g-ride was payed out
Crib was layed out before my record was out
Most of y'all go gold and never see a bank roll
A hundred g's in the hole cause you sold your soul
When your broke, your yellin at tru to hip-hop shit
I'm known damn well all you niggas tryin to get rich
East, west, middle, south nigga we all the same
We all speak the same shit but with different type of slang
So the next nigga talk about we country and weak
I hope his momma catch cancer and die in her sleep
What?
1-2-1-2 you get your crew, I get my crew and we can do what real niggas
What?
1-2-1-2 you get your boo, I get my boo and they can do what real bitches
[mac talking]
The camouflage assassin
The no limit empire strikies back for all the haters
What?
We're no limit soldiers, I thought I told ya x7
Dear Mr. President I live in the hood
Where people live bad but say it's all good
And my homies slanging and robbing
Caught a misdemeanor felonies
We can't survive it and three strikes niggas out it
But we don't give a fuck 'cause niggas down here 'bout it, 'bout it
One nation in God we trust
But then you say Saddam ain't gonna fuck with us
(Uh)
Now you see how we feel niggas set trip, ride and gang bang
That's how they get killed you run from the press
We run from killers and jackers and wear bullet proof vest
Some say the president like weed and hoes
Down here it's young niggas riding sixes with o's, got
Terrorist wantin' to blow you away
I got niggas in the ghetto wantin' to take my place
You got secret service roamin' the streets
I got a bunch of no limit niggas ridin' with me
Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President
Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President
Dear Mr. President, mama just lost her job
Daddy just got paid, coming home he was robbed
Landlord giving us three days to disappear
Santa Claus missed our house this year
You got the White House protected by the government killers
We got the crack house protected by them neighborhood dealers
Opportunity ain't never knocked
And they be locking niggas up for slangin' petty rocks
If you could answer my questions I wouldn't stress
That's why a nigga smoke crack, snort coke
And hit the weed when they stress me
Niggas die in the ghetto put they face on a shirt
White folks get killed and its a city wide search
Go and holler at a nigga when you need a vote
My lil' homie got twenty for weed and coke
Nigga cross my heart and hope to die
I'm begging for change
But only you can take the tears
Out my people's eyes
Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President
Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President
Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
The President
Dear Mr. President
(Mr. President)
My letter to the President
* first two verses are off b.g.'s "niggaz 'n trouble"
Yeah, spinning been on these niggas.
It's world war.
Yeah, I send this out to my nigga.
Wherever you are.
We still ain't nothin but some niggas in trouble, ya heard me?
Feel it, uh, yeah.
It's world war nigga.
It's like a deadly game.
And me and my niggas in it to win it, ya heard me?
World war nigga.
Check it.
Feel the wrath of a soulja, the crescent city jesus
I pack a tre deuce, got a army bout the size of babe ruth
To hit em, rugged even if it's unplugged for thug lifers
We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher
We got the town locked
With underground stock around clock workers to serve us
Responsible for many murders
We left your town with all the gold pieces
Shoot the sheriff to assure my family's convict releases
Pay the witnesses to hold they breath,
Non cooperation is only death, and no this ain't a phony tec
I'm in a limo full of blow niggas
But I'm never high cause a leader gotta be up on his toes nigga
A trail of cops is followin' we start to swallowin' the evidentials
Keep supplier's name confidential
The crooked cops started buckin' at us
I made a turn to a dead end, but froze 'cause the cops had us
I grab the tec and started buckin' back
'cause I'd rather take half the force out before they pump a slug in mac
The head shot took me under
I fell on my back, the last scene is his pale face and badge number
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
T-shirts and white caprices, my daddy used to call him johnny
I never thought them snake muthafuckas would be behind me
They took a shot nearly blind me
My eyes rolled like a zombie, my life started seemin' timely
I can't believe it, officer friendly, he put a slug in lil' mckinley
I'll be a memory, shit I ain't havin' it
Fightin' for my life, the reapers grabbin' it
Just enough strength to pull the trigga once more
I hit his cabbage and he dropped like the value jet
I heard a nigga say he wasn't dead yet, they should have never said that
My life came back, like some supernatural shit
I stood up, and took the bullets they was hittin' me with
Grab the dead cocked glock out the holster
Pointed at the rest of them and said muthafuckers I'm a soulja
You can't kill me, they said we'll see
I said nigga feel me, and hit em with the nine milli, ya heard me
I took my vest off, and threw it on the pavement
You never see the mac's assassination
You motherfuckers.
And that's how it is in 99.
It's just world war against these motherfucking cops.
Feel it.
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
It's the year twenty hundred, the devil's still running
Money is done with, we only sold get your gun shit
You either ballin or you starvin, tombstones in the mystic coffin
On top of that we living in new orleans
Yet I'm trying to make something shake
The only thing between me and my cake is fake jake
But it get trifer
If I escape then it's cool but if not,
Looking at a lifer, that's hard to cipher
Cause I ain't trying to hear put no chip in my wrist
I'd rather drink shit and eat piss, it's that serious
So get the phone, call my nigga joe
Pray for me fore I go, running up in the store
Should I die following my big collection of dough
Tell my niggas that I didn't die poor you know
Old sucka john ass copper, trailing me in the helicopter
I cocked back, went to busting at the chopper
It must have been my niggas blessing, cause I got away without requesting
But thugs never learn their lesson
I'm strictly into banks, fuck blacks, they ain't got shit
I'm running with an ex cop and an ex locksmith nigga
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
It's like a deadly game of cops and robbers
The niggas who unload first be the survivors
The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety
I never let you crook cops erase me, cops and robbers
[mac]
Check this out
When you makin' love to the camoflauge assassin' (camoflauge)
You call it camoflauge love (ugh)
Iight
Take all night (just right)
[mac (peaches)]
(uhhhhh)
I enter your body just like I shot it
I feel yah hard
Bumpin' and pumpin' that lodi dodi
From the (uhhhh)
I can see that's what cha want it
Cherishing every moment like the last hope
And I don't cum fast until yah clutch me
Whisperin' (mac fuck me) in my ears
My up and downs got you sheddin' tears
Am I what you expected?
Ain't nothin' I corrected at times
I'm just amazed by the site of you naked
You gotta respect it and forgive me if I'm rough
And I enter tah spend a while
I've been on a role tryin' tah make a million with my rap style
I kiss yah lips and feel the fireworks as yah ride me
Listenin' to many rippleton come inside me (come inside me)
Ain't no secret, im'a add it for your touch
Tellin' me yah love me so much, but I ain't goin' for
Just menchin' in now that we fuckin' like some newly weds
Don't let this go to your head, I'm camoflauge
[chorus--mac (peaches)]
Camoflauge love all night (give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (don't stop)
You bring the weed, im'a bring the pereon (uhhh)
Camoflauge love all night (give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (don't stop)
Lock the doors and unplug the phones (uhhh)
Camoflauge love all night (give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (don't stop)
You bring the rubbers, I'll put up the 100 bones (uhhh)
Camoflauge love all night (give it to me)
Make me come on and ah (don't stop)
Maybe it's your tone, got me visualizing a song
[storm]
Camofluage lover, oh this fine muthafucka
A pussy add up to this sentual spot toucher
My pain crusher, never the cum rusher
The only one to get up in me with no rubber
Slip in me like butter, keepin' in form
All day, all night it's 'bout that bad bitch storm
Anticipating his touch, my shit stay sealed tight
He can feel my insides all night, every night, fuckin' right
Show your skills nigga, put that thang on me
Please me or relieve me, and let your body hang on me
Far from phony, this niggas a tru representer
I'm claimin' what's mine, that's my dick and my nigga
My soulja got me dressed up in them see-thru fatigues
And we goin' to war, yes indeed
This what I need tah feel the way he makes me feel
Damn, only if this nigga was real
I wish he was real
[chorus]
[mac (storm) talking after chorus]
(ahhhh, haha)
In a song
[mac and mia x talking]
So a check this, would you die for me?
Kinda question is that?
Just asking a question,would you die for me?
Yeah nigga
[mac]
Aight
I got a boss bitch and that's why I talk shit
She walk with switch
And she might smack you if you call her a bitch
She like them real niggas and hate fakes, and recognize snakes
And I hit that pussy till it aches
And when she nutting she shakes
When niggas shot at me she bust back
She carry gatts, her arm tatted big mac
A boss bitch she with that
A paper chaser got her job, got her own ride and own place
And she hate when them ho's be looking in my face
It's cool to fuck and she love
Grabbing on it in public
And quick to tell you
You ain't shit if you was quick when you nutted
Street educated
Keep her mouth shut when interrogated
She ain't a snitch bitch that'll get you incarcerated
Ghetto fabolous drinched in her finest gear
Ice around fingers, around her wrist, around her neck, around her ear
And when we sex it's something viscous
That's why I love you more than them other bitches
Ya heard me
Chorus:
That's my boss bitch, a boss bitch
Who you love daddy
A boss bitch, a boss bitch
What them niggas need
A boss bitch, a boss bitch
And what I'm i
A boss bitch, a boss bitch
[mia x]
Yeah,
All the time I keep my mind on money and all business that applies to me
But I gotta to have a boos hog nigga besides me
He confides in me cause he knows I ain't bout seeing him stress
I showed and proved that I can hold water on these 40d breasts
We been through so many warzones
But we made it back home
Singing that we won, we won
We shoot'em down, some gripping on chrome
I got him gone with bomb line between my thighs
I'ma rider, so I rides and we cruises all night
We hit the light baby boy it's just you and me
I don't care about your records or your lengthy wrap sheets
I want your babies to ride with mama in the merceedes
Them ho's is crazy trying to sweat you when they know I'm your lady
Suck my .380
O r run on up and get that ass wiped
Fuck the down low shit
Cause he ain't going nowhere bitch
This here is thick
So it won't be infultrated
Or playa hated
Cause that's the way this boss bitch made it
Dedicated to all the soldiers we lost in the struggle
Probably losin' the world war three niggas
Rest in peace
[chorus-mac & singer]
See I'm beneath the sun, right?
(tomorrow)
Anticipatin' just waitin' quotin' my battle cry
(how can we live? if we're born to die tomorrow? )
Don't want to die but if I gotta, I'm ready 'cause
Just hope the lord is forgiving as mama said he was, nigga what?
[1st verse]
I struggled and strived long as I been alive
Witnessed my first murder back in 1985
I walk with the wicked and kick it with the thugs
In fact, saw the police and smoked some bud
But never no love, I witnessed the sickness of unprotected lust
So many children born just because the rubbers bust
I sympathize with they mothers but fuck the men
'cause a man ain't shit, if he's no papa to his children
My woman's a thug girl, but I love her dearly
My patnas are thieves and I know that, but I keep em near me
It's gettin' kinda hard for me,
In the city where the drama just be callin' me
Whoa!
I live among the roaches and the rats
And the killers and the crack
And the policemen that slang that smack
I lay me down to sleep, clutchin' my heat
With my sneakers on my feet,
Just in case my window locks on me, I be...
[chorus]
[bridge one]
And that's some real shit right there, ya heard me?
Y'all niggas ain't even understandin' the game nigga
Niggas is dyin', it's a muthafuckin' world war three on the streets
Nigga, y'all feel it
[verse two]
And as the blood of my niggas flood the streets,
I refuse to speak, the cracks and concrete
Can disguise ya feet
And tears fall at the site of these white sheets
The street like heat
The cold secrets, that midnight keeps
And we was raised by it, it's common as a cold
Eyes are closed, body is froze
Blood leakin' out they nose
I never chose I was given
Survival of the fit livin'
Driven insane by it's rhythm, but fuck
I never gave, see his mind's in the grave
And most of you niggas praise the ways we was raised
It must be that weed smoke,
When most of my niggas need coke, to cope
With these different strokes
It's murder we wrote, into the project
I'm wonderin' if my niggas'll see the site of my death
Before it happen, my life is on the edge of my pen
I'm waitin' to explode countin' to ten,
Forgive me for all the sin nigga
[chorus] (3x)
[bridge two-singer]
Why do we live if we're born to die?
Why do we live if we're born to die?
Why do we live if we're born to die?
Why do we live if we're born to die?
[chorus]
Y'all niggas sing that shit nigga!
Oh, oh, you too cute to sing that shit, ha? bitch ass nigga.
World war
$2.9 billion (2012)
$10.7 billion 
