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

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 you can, in and out of rain drop
Skinny like a smoker in and out of spots
Hook, drop, dry in and out the same pot
Mac with the could hustle at any cause
Ran through bricks like Russel and Lady Boss
(Man) Tricky hustle, quick to you 380 toss
You cant hell, 357 with 8 shells
38 Long six
Get ya stopped, get ya clique got
Get ya hot, you could get swat
You could get cops, niggaz get ya shit
Hit ya block with two semis and say
Lay everybody down on the ground and plenty
This pound make you lose pounds and get skinny

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

This cat back on a mission, out the kitchen
Back at it, with blackmatics
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 from Mac em in you
Nurses cut ya back getting out you
Disable get staples and shit patch you
Shift over ya liver and to reroute you
Leave you niggz tubes and cables to spit out
You know the of engagement I gotta out you
(Shit) how you it dog? We can gun it out
Spit it out, have ya stomach sitting out
Dig when the shits on, get gone
I'm PG, pull on-get gone

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

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

(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