to go and damn near went blind young niggaz' at the path throwin' up gang signs Ran in the house, and grabbed ma' clip wit' the mack 10 on the side of
Tell 'em it?s just the king of the conscious rap See all we need is just a few good men 'Coz ain?t too many left like Bone and Mack 10 We know nobody
next one to get ripped you jacker! You better not tell the captain I might accidentally shoot you with the mack 10 at target practice Runnin through
in your head and leave that ass in the streets [Hook] [Verse 3: Mack 10] From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin' Sherm smokin, crack, sellin' Blood and Cripp walkin Mack
in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and lightenin' Damn that's frightenin, so tuck your vest in My lyrical Mack-10, spit flows that kill men It's the Midwest
quick reserve Leaving and stanking on the curve that's what they heard They got a hell of a nerve to mail mack in the Calliope All the way to the 10
a 10 'cause Bush handin flyers for a party in a prison I'm in the gucci vest wit the green and red straps I'm the last rapper to scare niggas since Craig Mack
it's worth Murderers blast first Niggas respect Murder everywhere It's the streets Nobody's dancing in the streets Huh, the streets is ours man, Murder
really don't live long I'm tryin to live to a rock candy painted cadillac like outkast say Ride on them thangs like mack 10, from back side to side like
he down for you, is he tru to the game In other words, would he take one of them 44's you know what I'm sayin' One of them mack 10's, one of them tre
bullets in your ass like a garbage truck eliminating fools like a sewer rat and floss my 380 married to a mack and that ill be a Mack 10 so when i run
doorknobs Stay above the law like Judge Judy giving blow jobs Satisfaction, three out of four Braxtons Especially Toni, fuck affirmative action Cause Anglo-saxon fashions is packin Mack-10
fet's my own back in a strap But if it calls for that I got my nigga Kenny Mack (beeoitch) Swift as the wind the Mac 10 is in my niggas clutches So bust
, crazy mothafucka named Blaze Back from the dead, tell my story on the front page When I'm jackin' I got a Mack-10 Squeeze the trigger off for criminals
it's my turn to burn, to wax again It be's that nigga robbin' your crib with the Mack 10 With my nigga E-dub, causin' troub', murder ya like O J With
? who's down to bust?" [Hook 1] [Verse 2] now who the fuck wanna mess with this? get blessed with this nine mm mack 10 with a fully loaded clip strolling
tool Then make his blood ooze until there's no more to lose Murder, murder's a must, take the stairway to Heaven And if you fuck wit' Mack, then it's