What, yeah, John McClane Harold the and the Waterproof With my Bud'da, on the track Golden Warriors Eatin' rapper on the plate Huh, me
I got in three-one-oh On eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt I die and go to Heaven Smoke a beady, my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the Ras Kass-ciano Get to clownin' y'all punk bitches 'cause I'm a Mac, Ronald I make Mac make money and mack murder wack My Makaveli Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha
When I get at cha, the situation Fatality before you reach your senses Got so-called writers, crashing into fences Like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white
If you for sympathy, you better look between R and T In the fucking dictionary see the object of the is to win some ends, sippin' Henn' Whip a Benz and leave it to your of kin
Pick a any card, I bet you can't pull it State, number one with a bullet It's three card Will they stop? not Pull your through your mouth And watch body drop
a card any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, number one with a three card molly Will they ever not Pull your spine through your And your body drop
The medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics A doctor, a lot of patience and perseverance Flows an ocean liner that sails like a clearance I'm bilingual fly a flamingo, I'm a pitcha
Everything I I eat like Al Pacino You like me baby You happy, you need some Ecstasy Now you in my properties but you have to pay my
For the lowest point in my I'll reach the place in the house when I rock Like the Quaran, fuse hot, fluid with like billion cube Been this way since I was
And this I been runnin' shit without the use of Sports creme up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay I'm grim, I brim over my brow I rip Never write rhymes slim fingertips
Each syllable you to use Is light as a Keep to go gold But all gettin' is a golden shower
Pick a any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, number one a bullet three card molly Will ever stop? not Pull your spine through mouth And watch body drop
a card any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, one with a bullet It's three card Will they stop? not Pull your spine through your And watch your body
Look, now if it for the West These rap niggaz wouldn't need a around they chest Keep about where you rest And what you own and you drive So the day some niggaz come for you I'm not surprised
Mr. Bruce Willis, please don't kill us I show mercy Kevorkian, like a scorpion We sting you from behind and put it in you, so me at the venue Put you on the to put you on the menu
Fricasseed emcee, we be the ones keep the pussy hot livin' life, like a bull inside a china shop Strippin' everything, see you ain't even got a to drop Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't nathin'
Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you To the parkin' lot, niggaz ready for all this heat we got Picture yourself crushin' with your tough talk That's like Christopher doing the crip walk
Pick a card any card, I bet you can't it Golden State, one with a bullet It's three card Will ever stop? not Pull your spine your mouth And watch body drop
Pick a card any card, I bet you can't it Golden State, number one with a three card molly Will ever stop? not Pull your spine through your And watch body drop