and you and my daddy went yall seperate ways he stayed in my life just like he suppose to thats why i say he a G see my momma love me before i got my
50's are bloody and the 100 dollar bill is dirty brown they love Me. I mess up my livin' room, and studio with my money, A G-note is purple, grape juice
it to yourself don't go and tell that i was sad when life is very easy, and everything you wish is at your fingertips. with.. and dior and d&g shades
gentlemen this evenin' You dig? I'm Jackpot the Pimp steppin' in for a minute screamin at y'all You dig? The one that taught the mac how to mac And the
) So fly She was fly ah ah [Dwele] Yeah,uhuh Her name was Brandi Care three and see Can't you see your man's three Spinnin like a grand G Chillin in
in '94 they call me Chi-Town's Nas Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-Town's gods We even yo, you still talking no cops A conscious nigga with mac like
ten to conquer That's why I'm on probation Ever since three, I cut throats of emcees Mediocre lyricist who burnt with degrees Of two-ten not from an oven, but mac ten A mac
'm crankin' up your engine I'm pullin' your extensions, now we switchin' up positions Got an ill technique in makin' ya knees weak A non-stop treat until your g-spot leak To your G
, I'm crankin' up your engine I'm pullin' your extensions Now we switchin' up positions Got an ill technique, in makin' ya knees weak A non-stop treat until your g-spot leak To your G
back, bounce, bounce back Bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back You ever had corns on your finger from squeezin' a Mac
C'mon C'mon I bet if I pull a pistol and pop you, you goin' tell me where its at You see the blood shotted eyes with the taped up clips in the Mac Black
If I should die before I wake With my hands gripped Praise the Lord shit, our Father If I should die before I wake Yo, when you fuckin' wit' Mac, you
then I drop the top on my mercielago Its not a game nigga So I ain't got to play My niggas Mac and Diesel Its Yung by the way G5 so I ain't got to wait
them right It's not my life, it's on you baby What's really going on is that cash money How you make it, it doesn't matter to me Work at Mac Donald'
";When you're on the run from the police, you got two options Turn yourself in.. or come out BLASTING!"; *boom* [Kool G. Rap] The chase ain't over, the
Capable Stay about your paper route (Bitches!) Ya Capable. Ya Capable. Verse 2 *(Numskull)* For a nigga that make stacks he got to pack Mac's
poppas Narcotics, and boss ballas, pit bulls and rot weilers Niggas wit gold teeth, old schools on gold feet, killas, and O.G's Task postil da police Mac