Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mac Man , by - Beanie Sigel. Song from the album The Truth, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.12.1999
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Mac Man |
| Pac man, y’all niggas know my name |
| It’ll take a quarter key to survive in my game |
| They call me Pac man, and ain’t a damn thing change |
| Even though I got signed I’ma still slang thangs |
| Ay yo I cop power pellets (and y’all call 'em bricks) |
| I make little dots (and y’all chop rocks to flip) |
| Before junior, they had me out on a chase |
| Running from these ghost monsters y’all calling the jakes |
| All I do is stack loot |
| Run around and eat fruit |
| And harass these lady cops named Pinky and Sue |
| My whole life been a maze in a chase |
| Can’t keep still without these monsters on my back invadin my space |
| I got two hitmen that’ll bury U brothers |
| They rule the underworld |
| U know’em as the Mario brothers |
| Straight cannons |
| And won’t hesitate to shoot U And they stay goin to war wit that latin King Koopa |
| I got a worker named Frogger |
| When I say jump he leap |
| A highway boy who be runin the streets |
| Wit that package |
| Dodgin through traffic that’s narrow |
| And my nigga Donkey Kong bringin weed in by the barrels |
| Verse 2 (Missing Verse) |
| I take over blocks section by section |
| Shake under cover cops and make 'em change direction |
| They best bet is to relax and chill |
| Sonic couldn’t catch me I’m good at track and field |
| I might run up in your spot |
| When I’m runnin’from the cops |
| Sling work a Dime a dot |
| A hundred a rock |
| I give out cooked |
| Yeah But I only get raw |
| And I keep a nice stash in case I have a Pitfall |
| I got a worker named turtle that be movin my snow |
| He bring strait dough |
| He just move it too slow |
| I don’t fuck with them crabs I had to blast those boys |
| I caught them breakin down my rocks like asteroids |
| Met ms. |
| pac told she could go on a mission |
| But first she got to let me put in pole position |
| I wish I woulda knew then what I now know sooner |
| Cause 10 towns later here come pac Jr. |
| I got drugs for every race, color, and creed |
| I sling mushrooms to white boys in club Centipede |
| Donkey Kong was gettin money from slinging weed |
| I don’t know why he wanna start a pie factory |
| We can be partners |
| That’s murda, us connecting |
| Wit the right blow |
| And Burger Time doing the cheffin |
| We can get doe |
| Can’t let the cops catch us And if it move slow (still stack blocks like tetris) |
| Whoever don’t wanna get down, they stupid |
| Not the one to jump around these blocks like Q-bit |
| Ain’t nobody out there making no noise |
| Wit they own route but that nigga Paper Boy |
| We can take his stuff |
| He ain’t tough he a nut |
| He always letting Dig Dug pump em up |
| I pull a plug on 'em niggas if they don’t wanna set it Game over niggas, I’ll see you next credit |