| What nigga drop that shit
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| Soldier, say K-L
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| These fake ass rap niggas thought I lost it yet
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| I’m bout to let these old bitch ass niggas know I got a game in my vein
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| Verse 1: Mac
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| Murda murda I wrote it in braile
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| Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
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| The homicide rapper, there’ll never be another after
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| The Mac’s rapture, I represent, that’s what I’m on the map for
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| Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous
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| 1−8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap
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| Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust
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| Makin my clique the shit, bitches wanna discuss
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| ?Platonic?, the lyrical killins don’t got no motives
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| In this, in my vein, ain’t no way I can control it
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| When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas
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| You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the river
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| I enter the place, ski mask covered my face
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| If they pass me the mic, I’m gonna catch a case
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| In this mothafucka ya heard of me
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| ?T-T and herb hit the spot?
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| All the niggas I know is Shell Shocked
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| Chorus: Mac
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| I got the game in my vein
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| Won’t change |
| I got the game in my vein
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| Won’t change
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| I got the game in my vein
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| Won’t change
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| I got it, I got it
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| Verse 2: Mac
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| I was born in it and represented
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| The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it
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| Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet
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| Big Wise that’s my nigga, Psycho Ward is my clique
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| Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas
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| Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot
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| Them scriptures, paint the pictures
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| We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers
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| Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame
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| Momma said it’s a shame, poppa gave me the game
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| Experience a soldier, my heart pumps battle fluid
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| You wanna go to war let’s get to it
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| Mac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murder
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| Deadly as the killer kyle in your hamburger
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| Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo
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| I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo
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| Chorus: Mac
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| I got the game in my vein
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| Won’t change
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| I got the game in my vein
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| Won’t change
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| I got the game in my vein
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| Won’t change |
| I got the game in my vein
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| Won’t change
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| Verse 3: Mac
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| I’m the bad nigga from the bricks
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| Blood on my kicks
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| Camoflauged niggas never die, we drop hits
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| I spit the gospel, to all of my mothafuckin apostles
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| Mac as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrils
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| I minister, words of a mothafuckin sinister
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| Transform into Liu Kang and finish ya
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| Nigga put me in the game I’ma show you my sports
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| Witness the street level on the b-ball court
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| Bitch I’ma die wit it, cause it’s a part of my vein
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| Hear that word camoflauge when you hear my name
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| So tell them niggas I’m back affiliated, enemy lines are penetrated
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| My niggas wit me
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| You cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit me
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| Spread me in every ghetto, every city, I get busy
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| And buck, my name Mac remember that, I drop rhymes
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| Nigga it’s Mac as if you missed it the first time nigga
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| Woah 7x |