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Testin` yea let`s do this shit baby Shit I don`t know I can`t hear that shit [Rydah J. Klyde] You know my niggaz they control the weight From the Golden State I hold your fate in the palm of my hand Wit this here throw away I empty out and load the K The lil` figga wit the gun that`s bigger than him It`s kinda hard to hold it straight But still I knock Louie Seen shit rip through him Got stooie wit my killa click Cop, chop shoot him Like I`m fresh in the game Just reppin` my name Young and in love wit the tec when it flame You know my name Shit I was on the block Wit a freshly chop though Didn`t have spinners I`m out the bag that`s my knock bro Fresh out the box wit the glock though Plus my niggaz ridin` tonight Two of ‘em waitin` for that fiend rental to slide through Then my hustle gon` pause For this tooly by the muscle in my drawls Me no tinsel wit y`all I touch y`all Half way niggaz rookies And will never touch raw Buy the crack and watch me bring the applause Blocka, Blocka! [Mac Mall] Mac-matic slanguistics Break it down in fractions Every verse a nigga spit is like a commercial for boss mackin` When it hit the streets you should just see how they re-actin` Animal attraction You fiends is relaxin` Hit it once and back spin Mac slap the captain Body bag the boss man You don`t want it to happen Cutthroat approach Leavin` t-shirts soaked Bust shots at your throw back Leave hoes where the team go Valley Joe Crest Coast Mackin` to the next level Highly professional Street level but high post Ghetto to ghetto Boonies to barrios Cess spot turf Every H double O-D Meezie and Dreezie make it look easy Grimy and greezy Don`t make me leave yo moms weepin` My nigga J. Klyde will leave ‘em where you`ll never peep ‘em All my peoples quick to push that line for they seaman [Mac Dre] A few years ago when I used to grind Police used to fuck wit me all the time A young Codwell banker A Gunthy Ranker Strapped wit thump thanker A cold drunk tanker Stupid dumb, mentally disturbed I used to bother people And get on people nerves Standin` on the curb Trynna get it off I sell it to ‘em hard But I buy it from ‘em soft I`m a felon and a boss It`s funk I spray dude Dump out the prelude On them punks and gay dudes I pay dues You can`t fit Mac Dre shoes I break laws And I don`t obey rules I drive wit my L`s suspended Get apprehended Cop gets commended Now I`m a defendant They forcin` me to spend it on fines and fees P.D. mad cause I`m makin` all kinds of cheese
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