Real MaCk N***a

Im a real Mack nigga, i'll never stop
Somewhere chillin with some gang members sippin hella wock
Big backwood of turtle pie, bitch I'm fina die
Glasses on my muthafuckin face look like cinderblocks
Stackin up my muthafuckin pape, to the ceiling na
I can see it yo muthafucking face, if you real or not
I can see it in yo muthafucking face if you gone kill or not
Bitch I'm bouta go and grab Blue and we gone spin yo block

Pulled up on yo block, hit em with that Glock
Sixteen body shots, say hey to your pops
A nigga try to touch me, then he gettin dropped
Boy you never had a whip, better ride yo bike
Why you keep fuckin up the work, you better get it right
I just fucked yo bitch from the back, yea her coochie tight
A nigga say he tryna scrap, I'm not fina fight
Ima run his ass over, like I'm Suge Knight
Fuck nigga
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Bitch



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Writer(s): Daniel Jackson
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