What, yeah, Black McClane Harold the and the Waterproof With my Bud'da, on the track State Warriors Eatin' every on the plate Huh, me
I got three-oh-fo's in On section eight, with one-eighty-sevens Sport a Marilyn Manson when I die and go to Heaven Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the
Remember the Ras Kass-ciano Get to clownin' y'all punk bitches 'cause I'm a Mac, like I Mac make money and mack murder wack rappers My verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha
When I get at cha, the tenses before you ever reach your senses Got so-called writers, crashing into fences Like my name was Al Fayed so you die, that white princess
If you lookin' for sympathy, you better between R and T In the fucking see the object of the game is to win Stack some ends, sippin' Whip a Benz and leave it to next of kin
Pick a any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, one with a bullet It's three molly Will they stop? not Pull your spine through mouth And watch your body
Pick a card any card, I bet you can't it State, number one with a bullet It's card molly Will they stop? not Pull spine through your mouth And watch your drop
The medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics A doctor, with a lot of and perseverance like an ocean liner that sails like a clearance I'm bilingual fly like a flamingo, I'm a
Everything I freak I eat like Al You like me baby You ain't happy, you some Ecstasy Now you in my properties but you to pay my equity
For the point in my character I'll the highest place in the house when I rock Like the Quaran, fuse hot, with flavor like billion cube Been this way since I was
And like this I been shit without the use of Sports creme Rippin' up tracks immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay I'm grim, I over my brow when I rip Never rhymes with slim fingertips
Each you choose to use Is light as a Keep tryin' to go But all you're gettin' is a golden
Pick a card any card, I bet you pull it State, number one with a bullet It's three molly they ever stop? not Pull your spine through mouth And watch body drop
Pick a card any card, I bet you can't it State, number one with a bullet It's three molly they ever stop? not Pull your through your mouth And watch your drop
Look, now if it for the West These rap niggaz wouldn't need a around they chest bustin' about where you rest And what you own and you drive So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not
Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don't us I show mercy like Kevorkian, a scorpion We sting you from behind and put it in you, so me at the venue Put you on the spot to put you on the
emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot Xzibit livin' life, like a bull a china shop Strippin' everything, see you even got a dime to drop Go ahead and the cops, you ain't said nathin'
Jerry out the studio, then Suge Knight you To the parkin' lot, niggaz ready for all this heat we got Picture yourself crushin' with your tough talk That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip
Pick a card any card, I bet you can't it Golden State, number one a bullet It's three card they ever stop? not Pull your spine through your And watch your body
a card any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, one with a bullet It's card molly they ever stop? not Pull spine through your mouth And watch body drop