the filmed "The Mack" Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame
you ride Forget who flag you fly Read the name on it, Mobb deep P and Hav' run this, employees get fire with some gun fire if it call for it A thousand
It goes welcome the pop off, some pop soft. We bang b-bang b-bang bang out loud. Ready on the left with a face full of death. We slanged out fang mouth
out Made a hundred thou' in my trap house Money kinda short but we can work it out Made a hundred thou' in my trap house Bricks goin' in, bricks goin' out
We supply you with the fire son, cope with the heat Roamin' the streets, slowin' the Jeeps, ownin' the beat No sleep, chasin' papers, stay focused, it's deep
her speech let the leaf remove you I inhale it deep like the chief of voodoo, handcuffing these beats Like police will do you, that's how it worked for me Puffing on the purple
nigga like me say stop Let it kiss the sky and then make it drop Tuck and twist if you don't like it you can fuck Cris I'm rubbin' clicks so stay in catch
to them dirt roads Deep down in your southern roots When nobody said life was going to be easy And we travel through this emotional roller coaster called life And we
can [? ] with the diamond on my grill You can hide behind the part the diamonds on my wrist And can't nobody do it like me cause I do it like this And
strokes for different folks, so we choose to cutthroat We ain't riding, on no horses down here We get it how we live, that's why it go down round here
there and e'rything and shake a nigga Nigga you buggin out We gon' get that money and the work back, then we gon' slug it out Slow down soldier, keep
shit, we gon' fuck you up mayne We gon' fuck you up mayne, now get the fuck outta Dodge It ain't gon' work mayne, we gon' fuck you up mayne We gon' fuck
region Through the pain wish they know that God was just teachin' We want decent homes So dreams we say out loud like speakerphones just to keep em on It
filmed "The Mack" Nigga I got them rules on my shirt and I'm deep in this game All angles spittin it so niggas don't get it confused with the fame Let
that Bobby Brown Now this exotic we got it, you can't stop it Whole room smelling stanky, and it's still in my pocket purped out [Hook] [talking:] Man it
and twirl Work it out, it's your world, know that I don't lick the pearl "Maybe I owe you something" And I can too collect it, I don't except no credit
rollin (rollin) by the night time our pockets is swollen (swollen) from dust to dawn we stay posted up in project homes keep a plastic tone y'all want it bring it on we
