Chorus: [mac/(magic)] Niggas really wanna die tonight You know you fucking with a rider right We can all get bloody if you want to You gotta crew, I
Tulkojums: Mac. Asiņains.
(feat. Magic) [Chorus: Mac/(Magic)] Niggas really wanna die tonight You know you fucking with a rider right We can all get bloody if you want to You
into the kill zone, baby, it's on I pack the twin nine mills that'll lift your dome Chrome pump with double eyed slots and such A fully-auto Mac-dime
The young and incredible while lightin' yo' ass up, You look a lil' red, we gettin' that cash up. See where we from, The 50's are bloody and the 100 dollar
some of the the songs i write are real because the chart is filled with si-li-cone im still broke without the money for a mac pro, living out of three
Fuck all y'all, comin' of the wall I got a nigga from The Source Swingin' from my balls Ya want me to set it Well my MAC-11 takes unleaded Let it rain
for under the zone, a hundred thousand cash you know da deal, nigga you know da outcome dub C and C Mac take tha money 'n run [CJ Mac] We gettin' close
the sign in a red room Nervous, what??? our purpose? So many churches asked the reverend Do blacks get to go heavens Pack da gat for Armageddon Mac-11
basically You see y'all snitchin' niggaz, talkin' funny, basically Me and my niggaz is known to keep it ugly, basically I'm off Beelzebub, I walk wit the mac
Sewn like an ID card, nigga, no needs to front, so Here to torment, I put track on crack And I'm strapped wit a semi-tone milli-ten Mac Yo, I breaks
music they wanna be bumpin it's crunk and it's hella haterific Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play when October is lookin bloody
when it be bumpin it's crunk and it's hella haterific Throw your set up in the air is all the DJs really wanna play when it over is lookin bloody and
urinalysis test I hope you wear a fuckin bullet proof vest Just purchased the charter arms .38 Then you entered the confetti hell gate On the pee floor bloody
up, fill em all up Real deal, dig em' a ditch, then take they grip Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act My tactics is
(Kane) Gangsta! (Gangsta) Gangsta! (Gangsta) (Verse 1 - Twista) Gang-bangin murder with the killin, stackin Phillys to the ceiling bloody body chillin
Verse one: {lil' ya} It's that nigga of the block call me the hood mac Down to make some snaps so what's the haps? Do I need the strap? Will somebody
Mac melph calio gonna rape you for yo life ya bitch you Believe dat yeah! Chorus Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec Ya better back up off
