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(Scratching) down'
This cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get
Two guns you know, desert eagle,
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click

smack you in the grill or you'll feel the 45 harding
45 Yards of football stitches, ya'll bitches (Black)
Bullets in and out the spot
Turn you so skinny you can, in and out of rain
Skinny like a smoker in and out of cain
Hook, drop, dry coke in and out the pot
Mac with the block could at any cause
Ran bricks like Nitsie Russel and Lady Boss
(Man) Tricky hustle, quick to you 380 toss
You escape hell, 357 with 8 shells
38 Long six
Get ya shit stopped, get ya got
Get ya strip hot, you could get
You could get cops, niggaz get ya mopped
Hit ya block with two semis and say
Lay everybody on the ground and take plenty
This pound make you lose pounds and get skinny

(Scratching) 'get
This Philly cat back with them
Pop up with the gun in ya fa the fun of it
(Scratching) down'
Two guns you know, eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! BOOM

This Philly cat on a mission, out the kitchen
at it, playing with blackmatics
One Mac eleven, one
A up four buck tears for one bredren
Leave three basins of tears from one
50 Cars back to back with windows
Hollow points from Mac sittin' em in you
gotta cut ya back getting out you
Disable niggaz get staples and shit you
Shift ya liver and able to reroute you
you niggz tubes and cables to spit out through
You know the rules of I gotta out you
(Shit) how you want it We can gun it out
Spit it out, ya fucking stomach sitting out
Dig this when the shits on, get
I'm rated PG, on-get gone

(Scratching) 'get
This Philly cat back them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get
Two guns you know, eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! BOOM

You know Sigel play with eagles, niggaz don't get tagged
Throw bullets out them dirty birds like
of niggaz where ya corners at
Get a whop, take a quarter back, bring a half back you do the black
Aint no black, when Im wearin' black mask
Over the braids two nines like Warren
Bring back to the hood like Buck Jay
ya block to slump day, who want gunplay?
All you niggaz pennies add up to one my dollars
Hollows holla, first class trip to satan flyer mileage
who the pillot? DOA Airlines, dead on arrival
Flatline you, no they cant find you
Like Jr. you kidding me Jr
You way out ya
Slow up pump ya shorty, I'm ya way out ya speed

(Scratching) down'
This Philly cat back with them
Pop up the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle,
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click