a trace of red. On a sidewalk, one Sunday morning, lies a body, oozin' life. Someone's sneakin' 'round that corner. Could that someone be Mack the Knife
See a corpse stretched in the Strand See a man dodge 'round the corner... Mackie's friends will understand. Mr. Meier reported missing Like so many wealthy men: Mack the knife
style and act hardcore Many motherfuckers are and they crack jaws I like to lay in the cut in a nightclub, don't smoke bud Drink suds but I gets loved, mack
a band, band, band Jimmy Remember bad bad Leroy Brown, hey Jimmy Touched us with that song Time won't change a friend we came to know and Bobby Gave us Mack the Knife
recognize it, it's a surprise hit This tune, called Mack the Knife And so we leave you, in Berlin town Yes, we've swung old Mack, we've swung old Mack
one trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin' Lies a body oozin' life Someone's sneaking 'round the corner Could that someone, perhaps, perchance, be Mack The Knife
up, now, gun blast, it's a Conflict Get up, ride, sit back, who's dangerous It's time to get up and hit the hay with the high ass hay song Betta come
a 25 to lifer They'll stab you at Folsom then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ?? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
you said Cut me to the core, blew me away Like I got hit with a gunshot, like a bomb dropped Stabbed with a white hot knife in the heart While all these
On the Strand. Who's the man cruisin' The corner? Well, it's Mackie, Knife in hand. Jenny Towler Poor wee Jenny, There they found her Knife in breast. Mackie
There was no stranger pacing behind me when I came out of the movies deep in the night And no Mack-the-knife was waiting 'round the corner, in the dark
when my fists is hard Mobbed up cuz, nigga pistols'll scar You got your knife on you homie, that's for twisting cigars I got my knife on me homie, that
a 25 to lifer They will stab you then ??? then fuck you on Rikers And Life Goes On Now back to the coward of the hour who lied and said he write my songs
to play (repeat chorus) remember bad bad leroy brown jimmy touched us with that song and time won't change a friend we came to know bobby gave us mack the knife
one trace of red On the sidewalk, one Sunday mornin' Lies a body oozin' life Someone's sneaking 'round the corner Could that someone, perhaps, perchance, be Mack the Knife
act hardcore Many motherfuckers are and they crack jaws I like to lay in the cut In a nightclub Don't smoke bud Drink suds But I gets loved, mack, cool
s right) Love all my niggas and they love me the same (What up) This is D-Block (Yeah) Keep ya heat cocked (Uh-huh) Or pull ya knife out and make a nigga