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

I'll smack you in the grill or you'll feel the 45
45 Yards of stitches, look 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 spots
Hook, drop, dry in and out the same pot
Mac with the block could at any cause
Ran through bricks like Nitsie 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 shit
Hit ya block with two and say gimme
Lay everybody down on the ground and plenty
This pound make you lose pounds and get skinny

(Scratching) down'
This Philly cat 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

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

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

You know Sigel play with eagles, niggaz don't get tagged
Throw bullets out them dirty like McNabb
Bunch of niggaz where ya at
Get a whop, a quarter back, bring a half back you do the math black
Aint no warnin' black, Im wearin' black mask
Over the braids two nines like Warren
Bring prosperity back to the hood Buck Jay
Turn ya 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
Guess who the pillot? DOA Airlines, dead on
you, no survivers they cant find you
Like Kennedy Jr. you me Jr
You way out ya
Slow up pump ya shorty, I'm ya way out ya speed

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