[Chorus:] Baby come back, any kinda fool could see There was something, in everything about you Baby come back, you can blame it all on me I was wrong
burnin' Comin' up, I was taught never back down That's why I act the way I act now, hold the mac down 32 shots, squeeze til there ain't a shell left Come
', mo didn't know better, know now [chorus] I know you came to party So get up on your feet Yeah baby, just truk that body And sing along with me, come
up Get up, get up, get up, get up [Fat Joe over Chorus 2] Guess who's back? Yeah, guess who's back? [Fat Joe] They call me Pillsbury Dough-bwoyyyy Cause
buzz it (hahaha) [K-Mac] If I was fucking you, shit, it'd be like drama (yeah) And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac) So do what I
Had to baldhead my shit threw, had to switch the waves Just that quick, slip and the mac spit, bladdat Four up in they chest and reload while they back
This rap thang, this is my race Gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery Now gon' take a nap man, it's nap time I'll holla back at you at snack time Weezy
s gravy too.) I got a mac in this bag. (click clock) What you got? Glock. (Look) [Baby] Nigga I'ma tell ya straight off the bat I got a mac in this
come from under the V's Sneeze wrong, course I'm clappin Keep it movin homeboy, the mac's always actin Spit in your face, go 'head lil' baby rappers Can
you provin'? (Turn that shit all the way up, yeah) You know that I'm two levels above you, baby (Music's gettin louder) Hug me baby, I'ma make you love me baby
talk that shit, I want that beef I'ma tell you like a G told me They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D. Cash Rule Everything Around Me I'm YSL, Versace
on him, get in that dome She wanna call from the back, knowin I don't know how to act I don't got a problem blowin the mac But I'd rather play the bed
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come, on... Do it, do it , do it, come on, come on, do it do it... [Jay Dee] Back again from the
In one second that shit'll blow your family back [ chorus ] [ verse 3: big pun ] I thought I told you I only rap for the cheddar Keep the mac under
gentlemen (You choosin' ain't he) I'd like to introduce y'all (You choosin' ain't he) To somebody you already know (You choosin' ain't he) A Mac, a man
My fam fight back like wild dogs wit' out a muzzle The shots was multiple I remember blood puddles Landed in sand wit niggaz fallin' in doubles Baby
ya goin' to? Or do you like the things that life is showin' you? Fuck around and trust yo' under-folks Like dope fiends, you leave yo' cream with Post, you come back