What, yeah, John McClane Harold the Menace and the my nigga Bud'da, on the track Golden Warriors every rapper on the plate Huh, me
I got in three-one-oh On section eight, with multiple Sport a Manson t-shirt when I die and go to Heaven a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin
Remember the name Ras Get to clownin' y'all punk bitches 'cause I'm a Mac, Ronald I make Mac make money and murder wack rappers My Makaveli verse First, the Mac-11'll gat cha
When I get at cha, the tenses before you ever reach your senses Got so-called writers, crashing brick fences Like my name was Al Fayed so you die, that white princess
If you lookin' for sympathy, you look between R and T In the fucking dictionary see the of the game is to win some ends, sippin' Henn' Whip a Benz and it to your next of kin
Pick a card any card, I bet you pull it Golden State, number one a bullet It's three molly Will ever stop? not Pull your through your mouth And watch body drop
Pick a card any card, I bet you can't it Golden State, one with a bullet It's three molly Will ever stop? not Pull your spine through your And your body drop
The un-edited medic, on the cut, a degree in metaphysics A doctor, with a lot of patience and Flows like an ocean that sails like a clearance I'm bilingual fly a flamingo, I'm a pitcha
Everything I freak I eat Al Pacino You don't like me You ain't happy, you some Ecstasy Now you in my properties but you to pay my equity
For the lowest in my character I'll the highest place in the house when I rock Like the Quaran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like billion Been this way since I was
And like this I been runnin' shit without the use of creme Rippin' up like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay I'm grim, I brim my brow when I rip Never rhymes with slim fingertips
Each you choose to use Is as a flower Keep to go gold But all gettin' is a golden shower
Pick a card any card, I bet you pull it Golden State, number one a bullet It's three card Will they ever not Pull your through your mouth And watch your drop
Pick a any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, number one a bullet It's three card Will ever stop? not Pull spine through your mouth And watch body drop
Look, now if it wasn't for the These rap niggaz need a vest around they chest Keep bustin' about you rest And what you own and you drive So the day some niggaz come for you I'm not surprised
Mr. Bruce Willis, please don't kill us I mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion We sting you behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue Put you on the spot to put you on the
Fricasseed emcee, we be the ones that the pussy hot Xzibit livin' life, a bull inside a china shop Strippin' everything, see you ain't even got a dime to Go ahead and call the cops, you said nathin'
Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you To the parkin' lot, niggaz ain't ready for all heat we got Picture yourself crushin' with your tough talk That's like Christopher Reeves doing the walk
Pick a any card, I bet you can't pull it Golden State, one with a bullet It's three molly Will ever stop? not Pull your spine your mouth And watch your body
Pick a card any card, I bet you pull it Golden State, number one a bullet three card molly Will they stop? not Pull your spine your mouth And your body drop