Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mac Man, artist - Beanie Sigel. Album song The Truth, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 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 |