Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Return Of The Mac (Aka New York Shit), artist - Prodigy. Date of issue: 26.03.2007
Song language: English
Return Of The Mac (Aka New York Shit) |
| («And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10») |
| I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's |
| Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don’t end |
| («And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10») |
| I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's |
| Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit never ends |
| I’m on my New York shit |
| Mobb Deep nigga, Queens, New York shit |
| Orange boxcutter, that New York shit |
| Guzzle the whole bottle, that’s a New York sip |
| My baby mom’s from Brooklyn, my New York bitch |
| Got that coke on Broadway, that New York flip |
| Hoes down South love my New York accent |
| And cheat on they man, from some New York dick |
| Niggas get mad, I pop in the clip |
| And pop for they symbol on they New York fit |
| With a rusty gun, but the shit still spit |
| Rubber bands on the handle: The New York grip |
| («And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10») |
| I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's |
| Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don’t end |
| («And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10») |
| I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's |
| Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit never ends |
| Get on my New York shit |
| And show these mo’fuckers what New York is |
| Twelve homicides in a New York minute |
| Take a trip up top, for a New York visit |
| N.Y.P.D. — New York Pricks an' Dicks |
| Heard ya workin' with the D’s, you a New York snitch |
| I’m tryin’a make a hundred mil', that’s New York rich |
| Back an' forth to Philly with these New York bricks |
| Niggas get jealous over New York quick |
| Ay hoe, wanna know, who the New York kid? |
| With the New York plates, on the bulletproof truck |
| Better chill or get by a New Yorker |
| («And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10») |
| I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's |
| Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don’t end |
| («And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10») |
| I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's |
| Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit never ends |
| («Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10») |
| I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's |
| Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don’t end |
| («Ain't nothin'… «) |
| («Ain't nothin'… «) |
| Let these niggas have it, son |
| («Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10») |
| Alchemist, man |
| You know what it is, man |