play [Talking:] This is my will... This is my will... Telling ya'll how I feel... My nigga I just keep it real Free My nigga Dev, my nigga Kenny Boy, D
All my family gifts under the tree My first christmas time (MH) Jingle bells will ring, the birds will sing oh wut a joy it will bring Never thought I'd
new level 8-0-8 bass over twisted metal Shifty, the rebel. Supernatural A mac with a pull Act a fool excalibur Destroying m.c's with my vocal algebra
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
bleed Through the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind, Cause I don't write shit cause I ain't got time, Cause my seconds, minutes, hours
jackboys I got money in my pocket I got money in my block I got the money in the power I'm a d-boy Bitch I'm a d-boy Ho I'm a dopeboy I got the scope
(The pool room product put it all on my sacks card) For real? (Yeah, for real) I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will (I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity two
] Sawed-off double barrel and a pistol grip Pump on my lap at all times I fill my gauge shells with nickels and dimes Thompson Center spittin' .45 slugs Black Mac
] Everlast Everlast in full effect Where's my gold record? Where's my record? Where's my record? [ Divine Styler ] Divine Styler with Physical Poets, look out [ Donald D ] Microphone King Donald D
give an inch if she can take a yard? (woo) You land on "Chance," take a card, it's Monopoly I think past "Go" (yeah), 200 on my mental dash though And my
through the hood Ain't nothin' changed, still holla at my homies Oh, and when I hit the block, I still will kill And I don't want, nigga, but I will
' a song "Why'd they have to send my baby home?" Fuckin' with some niggas, that paper long Been a G in the game now my son on the throne I am the beast
backyard The pool room product put it all on my sacks card For real? Yeah, for real I'm ill, I deal, I did, I will I got dogs like Cujo, me and Tity
crew and my crew is monumental and yo... You need to lo and behold these innuendos [Baatin] Its just the fine talk Mac'll come with tracks, you relaxe-d My
to B.sig 'Cause I still will knock your ass the fuck out I bring the hood when I'm travelin' Scrap backwoods unravelin' Scrap smoke good when we travelin' Forget the Mac
get burst open Just give up the jewels before your purse-totin- Ass become the first smokin Pop shit on my records, you lock stiff in my presence My squad