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