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(Scratching) 'get
This Philly cat back them blackmatics
Pop up the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) down'
Two you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! Click

I'll smack you in the or you'll feel the 45 harding
45 Yards of football stitches, look bitches (Black)
in and out the same spot
Turn you so skinny you can, in and out of drop
Skinny like a in and out of cain spots
Hook, drop, dry coke in and out the pot
Mac the block could hustle at any cause
Ran through bricks like Nitsie Russel and Lady
(Man) Tricky hustle, to bust you 380 toss
You escape hell, 357 with 8 shells
38 Long six
Get ya shit stopped, get ya got
Get ya hot, you could get swat
You could get cops, get ya shit mopped
Hit ya block two semis and say gimme
Lay everybody down on the and take plenty
This pound make you lose pounds and get skinny

(Scratching) down'
This Philly cat with them blackmatics
Pop up with the gun in ya fa the fun of it
(Scratching) 'get
Two guns you know, desert eagle,
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! BOOM

This Philly cat on a mission, out the kitchen
Back at it, playing with
One Mac eleven, one
A up four buck tears for one bredren
Leave three basins of tears one widow
50 back to back with stick-up windows
points clap from Mac sittin' em in you
Nurses gotta cut ya back out you
niggaz get staples and shit patch you
Shift over ya and able to reroute you
Leave you niggz tubes and cables to spit out
You know the of engagement I gotta out you
(Shit) how you want it We can gun it out
Spit it out, have ya stomach sitting out
Dig this the shits on, get gone
I'm PG, pull on-get gone

(Scratching) down'
This cat back with them blackmatics
Pop up the gun in ya crib fa the fun of it
(Scratching) down'
Two you know, desert eagle, streetsweepers
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! BOOM

You know Sigel play with eagles, niggaz don't get tagged
bullets out them dirty birds like McNabb
Bunch of where ya corners at
Get a whop, take a back, bring a half back you do the math black
no warnin' black, when Im wearin' black mask
Over the braids two nines Warren Sapp
prosperity back to the hood like Buck Jay
Turn ya block to slump day, who gunplay?
All you niggaz add up to one thing my dollars
Hollows holla, first class to satan with flyer mileage
Guess who the pillot? DOA Airlines, dead on
Flatline you, no survivers they find you
Like Jr. you kidding me Jr
You way out ya
Slow up pump ya brakes shorty, I'm ya way out ya

(Scratching) 'get
This Philly cat back with them
Pop up with the gun in ya fa the fun of it
(Scratching) down'
Two guns you know, desert eagle,
It Its in the blood! Mac Pain! BOOM