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Mac Dre - Mac Dammit and Friends lyrics
f/ B.A., PSD, Keak Da Sneak -Mac Dre- Its Mac dammit man, coming through runnishing Chop suie got a buck knife in his hand Finishing the shit that them suckas started They shoulda ar'a, knew that im coming harder Fully are a, shot the whole lot up Niggas trying cut quick, cramped up in a knot Im a rida, cutthoat general In 84' I said fuck it, im in it now Im killing now, letting Mothafuckas know Im a pimp quit acting like a fucking ho You aint know, bitch niggas get played Razor sharp game, cut you like a switch blade Its Dre waking up yo family 15 cudie in your drive way, they can't stand me Paint candy licking like a blow pop Im so flamie, nigga it don't stop -B.A.- Fuck driving, let me out when I slide threw I drop love, like souls in a ten booth Fucking wit yo huctes mento Like im kend to her but im just a die hard pimp girl Into a nickname kosie, or call me B.A. I'll send two huctes with yo wife right with me I know, they say im crazy but I only drink white Unless im with a snow bunny So lets get the remy, get the bevi, act stupid I'll slide through in a fly coup with two cute ones Keak dat Sneak, plus Mac Dre be the homie I'll be damn if the hutches think they got something on me Ho its real, my life is ill We send em see whats im and get inside their grill -Keak Da Sneak- Still highly national, still a killa wit murder flow Still screamingall in the do Bet yo ass down fo, cuz that's the trade mark Where nothing but brave hearts, thug relutional Never thought when a muthafucka losing crutal Collect the doe, thinking ahh and still counting it Smoking by the pound you niggas still quarter ouncing it Dry cut let it melt down bouncing it Nine hundred thousand fo my kids allowance Im drunk as fuck so I hit the loaf and bouncing it Still gifted talented, from a notch to a bad bitch Get mo then yo ass kicked depend on how mad I get Genet razor dagger shit im leaving faces like naxima attics bitch Im from mind over money and murder would manage shit Without a sign, hearding some endings Tragic shit you want to shine You aint fucking with us then who you wit Thats a perfect way to get yo wig split -PSD- Um Hum The turf nigga, vest up under his shirt nigga Doing dirty call me dirt sniffa Like a dirt dopula, Get down foul, and im hurting patna In da shows on my fo's Call me curtain droppa Cant you tell from the dirt in my nail From down south to my turf of Vallejo Addiction to this mail is sometin' worser then yell Make a nigga hi spy something worser then hell Riding GMC denale it no l's Wood indegital video 4 12 Possessions are under a zip of weed no sales For personal need be, give me the fin With no jail, no jail |
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