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 three-oh-fo's in On section eight, multiple one-eighty-sevens Sport a Marilyn t-shirt when I die and go to Heaven Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, the resin
Remember the name Ras Get to y'all punk bitches 'cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald I make Mac make money and mack murder wack My Makaveli verse First, the Mac-11'll gat cha
I get at cha, the situation tenses Fatality before you ever your senses Got so-called writers, into brick fences Like my name was Al so you die, like that white princess
If you lookin' for sympathy, you better between R and T In the fucking dictionary see the object of the is to win Stack some ends, sippin' a Benz and leave it to your next of kin
Pick a card any card, I bet you pull it State, number one with a bullet It's card molly Will ever stop? not Pull your through your mouth And watch your drop
Pick a any card, I bet you can't pull it State, number one with a bullet It's three molly Will they ever not Pull spine through your mouth And watch your drop
The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in A doctor, a lot of patience and perseverance Flows like an ocean liner that sails like a I'm bilingual fly a flamingo, I'm a pitcha
Everything I freak I eat like Al You don't like me You ain't happy, you some Ecstasy Now you in my properties but you to pay my equity
For the point in my character I'll reach the highest place in the house I rock Like the Quaran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like billion Been way since I was fourteen
And like this I been runnin' without the use of Sports creme Rippin' up tracks like Chinese, peep the game I lay I'm grim, I brim over my when I rip Never rhymes with slim fingertips
Each you choose to use Is light as a Keep tryin' to go But all gettin' is a golden shower
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 spine through your mouth And your body drop
Pick a card any card, I bet you pull it State, number one with a bullet It's three molly Will ever stop? not Pull your spine through mouth And your body drop
Look, now if it for the West These rap niggaz need a vest around they chest Keep bustin' 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 and put it in you, so meet me at the venue Put you on the spot to put you on the
Fricasseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the hot Xzibit livin' life, like a bull inside a shop Strippin' everything, see you 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 ready for all this heat we got Picture yourself Xzibit with your tough talk That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip
a card any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, one with a bullet It's three card Will they ever not Pull your spine your mouth And watch your drop
Pick a any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, number one a bullet It's three card Will they ever not Pull your spine through mouth And watch body drop