me groceries from the super market So I found another target to aim at I went from food stamps to the black a mac's Eight track cassettes, the CD's,
i saw from a older uncle its nephew ben its ya nephew bubble what dont get me on my nephew trouble if she knew better shell do better like my uncle miami
I Regulate Rat Tat Tat Bigger Shells They Fit In That Banana Clip Tech Run and A Bullseye Form on Your Back It's Hard To Miss Wit A Full Clip In The Mac
[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
TRU, I'm a come and get ya Chorus [Mac] Woah, picture life without the crooked cops and without the cell blocks Would you sell rocks, or would you be like me, I'm shell shocked
tough nigga Nine for a hard nigga Don't make me empty the chamber Even if I'm locked in a cell block You'll fall into shell shock When I open ya head
Martin Luther we made it but half my black brothers is still incarcerated locked up in a cell block lost form the shell shock some sold they soul others
the first to say it got too many hustlers who rob I never hang out, when we do we bust the four-five cause shells comin back at us while we jump in the
I told ya', I showed ya'!! I'll break y'all, outrank y'all, I'LL MAKE YA' BORN TO BE A SOLDIER!! [Mac] Whoa, murder, murder, kill, kill it's real Shell-Shock
But my battle raps couldn't get me groceries from the super market So I found another target to aim at I went from food stamps to the black a mac's 8
Porque el programa era en mtv Hacia un spot de carefree Y un jingle de los jeans lee. Le dije a mi me gusta el rock, Pero quedo en estado de shock, Cuando
, day number one in Break-A-Bitch College And today, class We have a guest speaker, Mister Fat Mac Please introduce yourself... Good evening, players, good evening Eightball the Fat Mac
a tough nigga Nine for a hard nigga Don't make me empty the chamber Even if I'm locked in a cell block You'll fall into shell shock When I open ya head
fuck..we hit Bitch...dem boys at war in the nolia Niggas be shell shocked Knockin' heads of a shoulders Spittin(?) mac 10, grenedes blowin shit up Troopers
