it, it's mine Seek your own rhyme, it's on, seek your own rhymes, come on! [Chorus] [Killah Priest] I lay rappers down, with the mac or the pound Pop
like a motherfucking lap dance shorty gonn' do whatever says shes a rap fan Every nigga round me Robin, Batman All black coupes All black wheels step out the line ima show you how that mac
time to apply it now Pick out a quiet town and tie it down Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now Beanie Mac I supply it now My squad
heard about the Rolex's and the Lexus With the Texas license plates outta state They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down
routine since 13 A chubby nigga on the scene I used to have the trey deuce and a deuce deuce in my bubblegoose Now I got the mac in my knapsack Loungin
We gon' bang, we scuff niggaz, we cut niggaz We slide wit da bitches And hypnotized by the piece swingin' back And forth from Queens niggaz We thug ya party out lock down
M.U. niggaz keep our guns in the air, what? [N] Bout to lock the whole shit down, so holla at the dog [N] Bout to lock the whole shit down, so holla
'm down to earth and I'm close to ground And spit shit better than most around This's how hip hop is supposed to sound Tear them other cats' posters down
[Chorus: Aceyalone] Some birds don't deserve to be caged They gotta fly away and search for the waves Bein locked up is worse than the grave I live by
murder teams? What's up? (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down, son, you killin' 'em (Ha ha) Slow down
took the game back Ya shook, remain fact top of the world, stop knockin the girl She in the drop with already rock lock and the pearl Fish Scale ta
track is knocking, the Bentley's rocking Overdose I'm suppose to roast 'em With every bar I'm dropping Every time I drop they copping Every single line I lay is locking
get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down [Fat Joe] We lock towns like rounds in the chamber Boogie Down
acknowledge or get knocked down until I'm locked and shot down Heather B couldn't make me put my Glock Down We lock towns like rounds in the chamber Boogie down
a sly dranker... I'm a skyscraper.. Riot maker Hop in a mosh pit fa sho! You push, you shove, you get elbowed! Back on 'cause this for Fat Tone and Mac
caps I reach I'm takin' your ass in a rented van to Venice Beach In a cardboard box Beatin' down your knees with a bag of Master locks Police can't hear
Hit the dank and took my glock off lock, and off To the 21st blocc, I'm rollin in a drop top Three for zero that black criminal mac mac nigga That pap