| Its Mac dammit man, coming through runnishing
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| Chop suie got a buck knife in his hand
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| Finishing the shit that them suckas started
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| They shoulda ar’a, knew that im coming harder
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| Fully are a, shot the whole lot up
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| Niggas trying cut quick, cramped up in a knot
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| Im a rida, cutthoat general
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| In 84' I said fuck it, im in it now
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| Im killing now, letting Mothafuckas know
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| Im a pimp quit acting like a fucking ho
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| You ain’t know, bitch niggas get played
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| Razor sharp game, cut you like a switch blade
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| Its Dre waking up yo family
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| 15 cudie in your drive way, they can’t stand me
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| Paint candy licking like a blow pop
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| Im so flamie, nigga it don’t stop
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| Fuck driving, let me out when I slide threw
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| I drop love, like souls in a ten booth
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| Fucking wit yo huctes mento
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| Like im kend to her
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| But im just a die hard pimp girl
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| Into a nickname kosie, or call me B. A
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| I’ll send two huctes with yo wife right with me
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| I know, they say im crazy but I only drink white
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| Unless im with a snow bunny
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| So lets get the remy, get the bevi, act stupid
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| I’ll slide through in a fly coup with two cute ones
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| Keak dat Sneak, plus Mac Dre be the homie
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| I’ll be damn if the hutches think they got something on me
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| Ho its real, my life is ill
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| We send em see whats im and get inside their grill
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| -Keak Da Sneak-
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| Still highly national, still a killa wit murder flow
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| Still screaming all in the do
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| Bet yo ass down fo, cuz that’s the trade mark
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| Where nothing but brave hearts, thug relutional
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| Never thought when a muthafucka losing crutal
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| Collect the doe, thinking ahh and still counting it
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| Smoking by the pound you niggas still quarter ouncing it
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| Dry cut let it melt down bouncing it
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| Nine hundred thousand fo my kids allowance
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| Im drunk as fuck so I hit the loaf and bouncing it
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| Still gifted talented, from a notch to a bad bitch
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| Get mo then yo ass kicked depend on how mad I get
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| Genet razor dagger shit im leaving faces like naxima attics bitch
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| Im from mind over money and murder would manage shit
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| Without a sign, hearding some endings
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| Tragic shit you want to shine
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| You ain’t fucking with us then who you wit
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| Thats a perfect way to get yo wig split
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| -PSD-
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| Um Hum
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| The turf nigga, vest up under his shirt nigga
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| Doing dirty call me dirt sniffa
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| Like a dirt dopula
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| Get down foul, and im hurting patna
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| In da shows on my fo’s
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| Call me curtain droppa
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| Can’t you tell from the dirt in my nail
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| From down south to my turf of Vallejo
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| Addiction to this mail is sometin' worser then yell
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| Make a nigga hi spy something worser then hell
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| Riding GMC denale it no l’s
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| Wood indegital video 4 12
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| Possessions are under a zip of weed no sales
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| For personal need be, give me the fin
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| With no jail, no jail |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mac Dammit & Friends , by - Mac Dre. Song from the album It's Not What You Say...It's How You Say It, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп