at We on the grind some of everybody in the trap And jack boys plotting on which ever niggas gettin stacks It's hardtimes if I was you I'd tuck ya chain
even though they steady changin' This is still a hustle Still got them same rules Man I be the same game We'd even found some brand new money Still we maintain
Callin' the city for help because they can't maintain Damn, shit done changed If I wasn't in the rap game I'd probably have a key knee deep in the crack
I begin this century So mention me and I'mma heat the track up If it's a 100 of you demons I suggest you go get back up Load the mac up don't slack up
you put up in the cane, don't get caught up in the rain you see for death they arrest you cold blood caravans, disguise nigger guess who young d texting
niggaz done started somethin' wild You know the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his grill Tried to get a name holdin' the steel I paid attention to the females Maintain
Ia??d heard Your name, but never seen Your face Been touched before but never Your embrace Had a soul to lose and the world to gain But then You whispered
when it was sold Then he would take what wrapped in the paper sack Make the drop and he'd make it back Imagine that to play the mac And not know how
[mac] No limit black sheep, played the back seat for months Stayed away from the tanqueray, bitches and blunts Still mac nigga, ain't nothin changed Got
Cause mad clowns be catchin wreck with a tec just to get a rep Instead of cool friends, they'd rather hang with male thugs Instead of goin to school, they'd
identity A four-five infinity Anthology anatomy is sorta like a policy A rapper termonology It dont give an apology You know the trigonometry You think can handle flygirly (?) It'd
seagulls Balls in ya jaws on the hunt like bald eagles The end of the sequel I'm the milli-mac and the strong-end and nigga to blame you And I'mma start
[fiend] What up out there kenfo This be fiend coming at like this here here I brought a couple of my people with me Fiend, mac, soulja slim, kane and
Callin the city for help because they can't maintain Damn, shit done changed [Verse Three] If I wasn't in the rap game I'd probably have a key knee deep
they steady changin' This is still a hustle Still got them same rules Man I be the same game We'd even found some brand new money Still we maintain This
, or he'll be quick to spray ya Twenty Fo' seven packing a Mac 11, on my turf Running away from the police, chunking evidence like a Nurf I'd rather sell
when they take a son they drive by I'll be taking aim Pressure to pian, are you able to maintain, where the sun don't shine On a daily basis I hear shots but H.P.D
[Mac] No Limit black sheep, played the back seat for months Stayed away from the Tanqueray, bitches and blunts Still Mac nigga, ain't nothin changed Got
