wig split And it's a shame Killin' has became a fame I cannot see my brains layin On the ground I keep my 9 on my waistline Chop 'em down Picks up the
my weapons of mass destruction, and detectives know not ta ask me nothin, im silent, i might speak ta galic, drink dirty martinis with tha spanish olive, garlic & cheese on my
we came to blow this shit up with Mac Dre what cha say best to be secure, liquid when its pure have a taste if you aint sure [Mac Dre] We got the M A
a mac like a guchiano blessin the mic. Cutthroats in the buildin and you know they high, ? say Mac and yo flows' so tight, Fa real, sideshow, Smoke em backwards with my
gon bring it back South Klique that is a fact, S.U.C. with my trunk cracked Bound to kill with Shorty Mac, a verbal attack when I earn my plack My mouth
