I'm riding with my fire Haters (They Some) Haters (They Some) Haters (They Some) Haters [Verse 3: D-Mac] I got haters over here, haters over there I'
here to infinity, love thy enemy Niggaz got the knowledge but don't know the chemistry All inside your baseball hat and kneecaps with baseball bats ('TIL FAME HIT YOU WITH THE MINI-MAC
m sort of hard to reach like the dirt on ya back Hand to hand like I'm workin the sack And I work out wit my arms so I'll have no problem workin the mac
say R.I.P. to that Pimp C on back of that 'Llac And I keep these broads goin crazy, talk so much smack on my tracks Because I'm a mack/Mac like your
No he can't with the fuckin seats back Got the paint job tho And the fuckin seats cracked [Chorus] I'm a d-boy Bitch I'm a d-boy Ho I'm a dopeboy I
, Rick Ross, Ving Rhames) [Intro: Ving Rhames] He's a hustler, unbound by law A self-made, millionaire With a wreckless disregard, for the haters Ludacris
if you like) I said you can have whatever you like (if you like) Yeah, yeah Take you out for dinner, anywhere that you please Like Burger King or Mickey D
блиф, not bling, fast beat, бархат, Girlfriend, new brend, sampling hobby, Zig-zag, bullet, wallstreet, flow me. Jay Dee, Ill G, Stones Throw, Fergie, Big mac
I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never
whatever you like, if you like I said you can have whatever you like, if you like Yeah Take you out for dinner anywhere that you please Like Burger King or Mickey D
way back in the day before I came of age, I watched the hustlas play/ Low key, I studied game/ I knew I'd make a name, who knew it'd come with fame/ Ya
people from the Bay all the way to D.C. Ask the boy R P an' K R E D About a hog, out the valley named Legitimate B I'm a mac, I rap on special request
He's a hustler, unbound by law A self-made millionaire With a reckless disregard for the haters Ludacris on Southern Gangsta A true entrepre-negro CEO
philly cat playin' wit that silly rap Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas Y'all know how I play quiet towns and tie 'em down Haters wonderin'
we be alley My nigga, we alley Nooooooow [D-Roc] Tell a nigga dont act no fool What's up 'cause? Stay cool Smoke some mary jane, you know the rules Haters
can build statures of me Old money Benjamin Button, what, nuttin' Now super bad chicks givin' me Mac lovin' You'd think I ran the world like Michelle's husband You'd
the grind, rain or shine, for the fetti bro Work comin in and movin out with the steady flow Boys out of line, pull the thing out, let it go Always G'd
a big black truck Should I shout out, "What the fuck?" Act like my rims ain't clean How you gon' ack like my neck don't bling? Haters get sprayed like
