die for the whole pie You can call it what you want I'm a motherfuckin' vet And ain't none a y'all seen nothin' yet And ain't none a y'all seen nothin
Vertaling: Mack 10. Jy word nie gesien Nothin.
[50 cent] Look look, I've come from a different crew You fuck with me, I'll get to you A clip or two, I'll cripple you 'cause I ain't got shit to do
, but you ain't Mexican Listen to "No Vaseline" Before you flex again Fucking with tha hoggs, you say you bloods But you ain't nothing but a Dogg fool
catch a kiss same girls back then now leave us messages A whole lot, travel to my old spot where we sold rock although it's trifle Ain't nothing changed
em dogg, ain't nothin gonna shake Creep like a slave and take all the bait Like a tape, I still rock the mack 10 110 bullets twirl like a whirlwind I
in bulletproof everything When I, touch down it ain't like a thing They ain't, trippin' off nothin' but things So I, quickly disposed of my shades If we, if we ain't
called his rig such a name He said son this old Mack can put 'em all to shame There ain't no driver or a rig running any line That's seen nothing but
Mystikal talking] Nigga you think you know me Think you know me nigga Nigga you don't know me Nigga you don't know You don't know nothing bout me You
Life ain't complete without the heat to blast You couldn't do a nigga without the extra clips to mash You ain't blastin'? Then you only learned a fraction You
cash under the table I blaze you, not even God could save you What? I ain't havin' it, I'm ignorant and arrogant Dogs couldn't sniff me out, 'cuz I ain't
' boogie on baby Get yo' backyard boogie on Gangstas don't dance we boogie Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies Gangstas don't dance we boogie Mack 10 ain't
hoe So you was all about tha rah rah shit back then But yo money ain't long & you know you can't win Your boy mack a shot caller & if you hate me I feel
his notes roll hundred spokes Raw dogg it's all about the money now this ain't no riddle don't giggle like it's funny now What you got my cash? What I
's just a part of the game Niggas won't kill ya, just don't fuck with their caine Mack 10 silencer all ya heard was screams (ahhhhhh!!!) All I seen was
RIP, rest in peace to dead niggas on the wall Yeah, whassup Clean? I ain't forgot about you homie Johnny B whassup Clay? I ain't forgot about you either
to play catch a kiss same girls back then now leave us messages A whole lot, travel to my old spot where we sold rock although its trifle Ain't nothin
bout my figures Fuck you haters, y'all ain't nothing but mini men I'm trying to keep my shit folding, while you stack your fin's man And I ain't even
