What, yeah, Black McClane Harold the Menace and the my nigga Bud'da, on the track Golden Warriors Eatin' every rapper on the Huh, me
I got in three-one-oh On section eight, with one-eighty-sevens Sport a Manson t-shirt when I die and go to Heaven a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Get to clownin' y'all punk bitches 'cause I'm a Mac, like I make Mac make and mack murder wack rappers My Makaveli Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha
I get at cha, the situation tenses Fatality before you ever your senses Got so-called writers, crashing into brick Like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like white princess
If you lookin' for sympathy, you look between R and T In the fucking see the object of the game is to win Stack some ends, Henn' Whip a Benz and leave it to your of kin
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The medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics A doctor, a lot of patience and perseverance Flows like an ocean liner that like a clearance I'm fly like a flamingo, I'm a pitcha
Everything I freak I eat like Al You don't like me You ain't happy, you need Ecstasy Now you in my but you have to pay my equity
For the lowest in my character I'll reach the place in the house when I rock Like the Quaran, hot, fluid with flavor like billion cube this way since I was fourteen
And like this I 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 when I rip Never rhymes with slim fingertips
syllable you choose to use Is as a flower Keep to go gold But all gettin' is a golden shower
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Pick a card any card, I bet you can't it State, number one with a bullet It's card molly Will ever stop? not Pull your spine your mouth And your body drop
Look, now if it wasn't for the These rap niggaz need a vest around they chest bustin' about where you rest And you own and what you drive So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don't us I mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion We sting you from behind and put it in you, so me at the venue Put you on the spot to put you on the
emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot Xzibit livin' life, like a bull inside a shop Strippin' everything, see you ain't got a dime to drop Go ahead and the cops, you ain't said 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 Reeves doing the crip walk
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Pick a card any card, I bet you can't it Golden State, one with a bullet three card molly Will they ever not Pull your through your mouth And watch your body