Issue No 119 Pull Da Mac Out Lyrics

Yo, shoot, freeze, Mac 10 dump in the motherfucker trunk
Salute me, real recognize real any given day
You look weak, Monday to Sunday, all day come play pussy
Eat it up, beat it up, M 16 it up
Red dot, beam it up, streets reaper come
Your slow mind, cubano link, that gold mine shine
She so fine, I do it all, my true lies crime
I mastered it, this ' trap, I packaged it
I threw it out, they catching it
Then pull my cane with a bullet, school of hard knocks students
Will put it, I'll cap your grill, I'm dressed to kill
I teach my son all about the still, you can't copy real
You niggas know my resume
You niggas say the time and place, my niggas shoot instead

I'm talking about all work, no play
Big stones on no 'hoes drop to their knees
Enemies wanna see me bleed out my face
'Cause I won't let 'em eat from my plate
But I'm gonna proceed to succeed and blow these G's on what I need
'Cause a nigga got taste, bitch got class
Cocaine up your nose to the brain
To a few zanes to land my plane
Cool down, next time do it again
For the love of God, when they gonna stop playing?
'hoping out the van, everybody's skin tanned'

Pull the Mac out, cling
Pull the Mac out, cling
Pull the Mac out, cling
Pull the Mac out, cling
Pull the Mac out, cling
Pull the Mac out, cling
Pull the Mac out, cling
Pull the Mac out, cling

Crack cocaine, man, that's no thing