dmac pop glock /
put holes in ya vest/
explodin ya chest/
my niggas/
cuttin u open and exposing the rest/
send mobsters like u got the gottis mad/
have the block pullin the strechers and body bags/
millimeter heaters for all non believers/
see all who were thought sick /
get ripped /
litterally by me/
the only one spittin death and debree/
in every direction /
they protectin /
they chest when/
mac run in they house/
like they was havin inspections/
lyrics raw/
but i aint spittin no parental discretions/
yall thinkin u ill but ya liven is off/
d sittin spittin 2 bars rippen your squad
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i have lots of things to do nigga all u is a waste
u can never beat me even i gave u a headstart in a race
u can try all u want but would neva get 3rd place
harlem world fag just like ur hero mase
just face it u a loser u cant rap or sing
u just found ur self in the library computer on network 54 and now ur thinkin ur the king
u a loser with sterling silver blings
screamin out black power but what power
bitch ass nigga couldnt even defend the towers
ay son ima take over N Y C
ima let them see how hot i be
str8 outta ATL hometown of jermaine dupri
i be chillen wit them franchise boys in my white tee
please dont ever disrespect me
ima dirty south kid THE KINGS OF CRUNK
we bring that funk that maakes ur sister wanna fuck
dont hate me cause i speak what i think
if u try to attack me ill take u out befo u blink
now i'm sayin all this cuz u weak and wack
do us all a favor dont bother to write back
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