What nigga drop that shit Soldier say K L These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein
Verse 1: Mac Murda murda I wrote it in braile Uncut lyrical dope certified by my scale The homicide rapper there'll never be another after The Mac's rapture I represent that's what I'm on the map for Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous 1 8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust Makin my clique the shit, bitches wanna discuss ?Platonic?, the lyrical killins don't got no motives In this, in my vein, ain't no way I can control it When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the river I enter the place, ski mask covered my face If they pass me the mic, I'm gonna catch a case In this mothafucka ya heard of me ?T-T and herb hit the spot? All the niggas I know is Shell Shocked
Chorus: Mac I got the game in my vein Won't change I got the game in my vein Won't change I got the game in my vein Won't change I got it, I got it
Verse 2: Mac I was born in it and represented The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet Big Wise that's my nigga, Psycho Ward is my clique Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot Them scriptures, paint the pictures We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame Momma said it's a shame, poppa gave me the game Experience a soldier, my heart pumps battle fluid You wanna go to war let's get to it Mac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murder Deadly as the killer kyle in your hamburger Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo
Chorus: Mac I got the game in my vein Won't change I got the game in my vein Won't change I got the game in my vein Won't change I got the game in my vein Won't change
Verse 3: Mac I'm the bad nigga from the bricks Blood on my kicks Camoflauged niggas never die, we drop hits I spit the gospel, to all of my mothafuckin apostles Mac as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrils I minister, words of a mothafuckin sinister Transform into Liu Kang and finish ya Nigga put me in the game I'ma show you my sports Witness the street level on the b-ball court Bitch I'ma die wit it, cause it's a part of my vein Hear that word camoflauge when you hear my name So tell them niggas I'm back affiliated, enemy lines are penetrated My niggas wit me You cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit me Spread me in every ghetto, every city, I get busy And buck, my name Mac remember that, I drop rhymes Nigga it's Mac as if you missed it the first time nigga Woah 7x
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