(feat. Baby (Big Tymers)) [Baby & T-Mac] 50 ain't shit, shoot the dice lil' daddy Yeah nigga', 263, Cash Money 50 ain't shit, shoot the dice lil'
You never seen a young rapper like MOI Can?t believe the eyes its just a mirage Still got my training wheels still in the garage But I ain?t gonna need
simp Keep my finger on my Mac man The crack game Ain't shit niggas tripping in this rap game Bury me a G [Chorus: x2] I ain't got time for bitches Gotta
'em up Check this out You mutha-fuckas know what time it is I don't know why I'm even on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'm going to
Little Mu' pass the mac and let me hit 'em in his back Frank White need to get spanked right for settin' traps Little accident murderers and I ain't
it to the top, never see what's the bottom. Know about the bottom where it rain and it shower Phantom in a range, tinted with them things, Nigga ain't shoppin' if he playin
That I'm A Whore Yep, Cash Money, Cash Money Monsta Boys, Mafia Bitch, Even Cops A Boy, When You Say You Want Beef, Then I Got Yah Boy, I'll Juss Let The Big Mac
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time Gotta get mine Ain't takin no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone Callin' my nigga sin at home Polishin' that MAC
"This.. should be played at high volume Preferably.. in a residential area" [The Lady of Rage] Now I'ma kick up -- dust, as I begin to bust on the wick
10 million deep I'm tryin to sell 10 billion keys Fuck what a bitch boy say to me AKA I stay with me Mac 99 not far away my dogs don't even play with
how it doesn't come from me I'm on T.V gettin interviewed Still got them thangs in the intertubes 8 grand for the good purp A t-shirt, under my t-shirt
it gangsta y'all, keep it gangsta [chorus] Niggas want that gutter shit Fuck that other shit, that play it for your mother shit Ain't the rugged shit
work at, and niggaz smirk at me sayin ain't nuttin poppin from here to the L.B. What you tell me? No it ain't crackin, everybody's jackin for a Coupe
platinum Yamaha, got the engine gunnin Throwin it up like liquor on an empty stomach {*cycle whizzes by*} Y'all don't hear nuttin? Who that, Mac? [Beanie
you can't catch em, you can't stop em, I go by them goon rules, If you can't beat em, then you pop em, You can't man em, then you mop em, You can't stand
m loud _In Living Colour_ It is Weezy fuckin' baby got these rappers in my stomach Yumi, I'm takin' it I ain't asking them for nothing If you sell a million
Oooh..shorty stop playin' wit' me I'm da heart of the SQ mobbers Mobbin' wit my black Madonna Get my back momma Got that Mac persona I'm a P.I.M.P, I'