Текст песни Mac - Wooo, слова песни Mac

Текст песни Mac - Wooo

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[mac]No limit black sheep, played the back seat for monthsStayed away from the tanqueray, bitches and bluntsStill mac nigga, aint nothin changedGot the rings and the gold chainsNow bitches wanna know my whole nameI penetrate em, then I disintegrate emI let the next nigga date em, cuz I dont hate emI spit voodoo, to the most hard to get hoesAnd at the end of the night, I rippin off clothesYou fuckin with the realest, from lyrical spillersTo killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street guerillasFrom villians to chillers, we made millionsAnd paid killers to protect scrillaSo what the fuck you talk about winners? You hear that word camouflage when you hear my nameI represent the shell shocked cuz its in my veins(no limit soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in bloodThrow your hood up if you a thugAnd all them niggas say[chorus - mac](woah!)You see a soldier on the streets holler(woah!)You hear them soldiers on them beats holler(woah!)Every time them soldiers speak holler(woah!)[kane & abel]Load your weapons, grab your gatsWe sprinkle daily verbs over tracksHit the chest like heart attacksWhen my lyrical hammer cock backAnd leave bullet holes in your bourbons and lacsThe only thing we give them hoes is a dick and a smackGangstafied kane & abel you know the camouflage assassinBlastin and mashin, kidnappin and head bashinRazor blade slashin, the endo blunt passinFor the cash and, woah its bout to happenWhat you want (? ) ugly with that 223Hit em up in 3-d, now its banned from tvNiggas playa hated, I sho hatedSpark the weed, crematedSee this game, we regulated[mr. serv-on]Nigga, you know meThe nigga that spell everything out? (nah)The nigga thatll run through your motherfuckin set and bangYour hoe motherfuckin out (fuck yeah nigga)The nigga thats catchin these niggas and beatin em downCuz they wearin tanks, they dont know what the fuck it meanNigga, thats the fuck, thats about punchin your fuckin mouthThe nigga thatll tear the club upNigga, I dont give a fuck if you bangin or slanginNigga when I put this tank up nigga you get rowdy as the fuckBut if you think I was gonna leave this motherfucker withoutSpellin a lineK-l you done lost your motherfuckin mindStop the track cuz these niggas dont know about my click blackI down with the m to the a to the cIts the s to the e to the r to the vFuckin with the t to the a to the n to the kAnd when I come through motherfucker and I raise my tank up highYou best believe some a you coward motherfuckers gon die[chorus][big ed]Nigga what I claim? Nigga I claim tru!I hang with niggas thats killas with tru tatoosI got my name big ed from what I put between hipsI got my name assassin from the way I empty out clipsWear the no limit soldier, thuggin at heartHittin niggas with throw aways when I toss em I break em apartNiggas get your guns up if you rowdyAnd when assassin hit the stores, buy the album if you bout itBout it[snoop dogg]Rowdy gangsta in this motherfucker, locoSo I can come through and keep it tru and do what the fuck iMustI bust, I keep it tru from the ginninSnoop dogg, the representer from long beach cityA tru tank dog, bank yall in yall faceIf yall try to come close, yall cant run this raceI place my self above the stackWith my homeboys mac and sack you fact, we strap for strapWe got your back, dont even flip out or trip outOr dip out, these niggas lookin at me strangeMy game to maintain, I let it go, I sell it dont tell itYall cant touch it motherfucker, or bail it, for real[mia x]Biggest mama, drama two guns here I comePut down for my last son, the camouflaged oneMac the don, get your shine on cuz its your timeAnd ima get my rhyme on and spit like nineCocked nine millimeters the ghetto divaMia x-rated, golden platinum platedFace it, when they hear me on the k-l trackAll them niggas grab they head and jump backHollin woah cuz its goin down like lips to dickIm so tight I make you bitches never wanna see the micAnd spit, the matter lesson rhymes next to mineIm mama superior, you hoes is fearin theLyrical warfare I exhaleSome fake bitches like you name is melBattle anybody, hip hop or glockOn tru ima close your shop, woah

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