Mac and Brad

I used to be a drug dealer
Aiyo, what we goin' to do on this shit man?
Ain't shit fair when you got to get your war on
Your spot 200 glocks and 100 men

Shit, it's either that or Mac's gonna clap up niggas
Y'all niggas cotton, potatoes like augrotten
'Cause I didn't come here to stay or play your babysitter
Who you know but Mac and Brad?
You must of thought that we was friendly
Now eat this motherfuckin' bullet
Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit
Crank 'bout 38
I locks and load, cock and spray
If your block gettin' money nigga, I want in

The Gooch in here, aiyo, it's over in here
I, I wanna, I wanna smash it
'Cause nothin' needs to be said something needs to be done
I wanna hear some of that ol' that, ol' dear diary
Run it in before I run in
Nobody but Sigel and Face, you feel that?

I came here to split your mother fuckin' wig, nigga
Where the fuck you get heart from?
In the ghetto makin' small change
I told ya'll that the truth in here
And for another nigga to try to take my place is in the wake
(Face)
I got to have it
Make my mother fuckin' day
'Cause in 'bout 15 seconds I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off
(Smash)
Give 'em the full clip, these niggas is bullshit

I keep it the truth, what's all the fakin' for?

SK to the Stock away
2 P 8 9 ruge, so don't tuck paper
'Cause I know how to hold that shit
8 clips, 4 hammers, desert eagle the place

Un cock the mag

Move to smooth, don't duck or try to shake us

I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker

B give me a cigarette, I think I need one
Gettin' cash to eat with
See I got them pissin' in they denim
Little bitch ass nigga started commin' out the fuckin' dark from
Recognize hottest thing in a booth in here
You niggas better smartin' up
Hit you niggas from a block away
Yeah, I'm ready
Ain't never did the killin' but still I'm lovin' the drama right
You lookin' at a sick bastard
I done told you, I'm the only nigga pushin' weight
These niggas got some pussy in 'em
Slingin' till the sun up
We want the package under the god damn mattress
Got 6 shots numbers strait
For your chunk, I'll trunk your folks
We Identify each other nigga Mac and Brad
It's time I retaliate

We want the money, that's what we after
Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit
Sigel, what ' bout to get off, baby?
Under covers pass by thinkin' I don't know the truth
I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit
And I show you, dog, how your life can get
And shoot this motherfuckers arm off

Man you fuckin' with a stash raper, duct taper
Snatch the bag, bust him in his ass and dash
Actin' bad, smash a nigga stash and mash

When we told you we was rappers, we Jackers
Little suburb nigga never saw the streets
You heard what the man said? Bitch now un ask it
Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the come up
So my raps can start to soften up?
Let's do it, what you wanna hear?
And you wonder why I smack up niggas?

Slowin' me down gets you blasted
Back and forth, back and forth
Act like Mac won't come through and spark shit up
God damn, every week I got to break a jaw
I'll make you mother fuckers pay
Pelets in your hand, you'll never put shorts on
This 17 year old Tony Montana type
Let's wreck this motherfucker, baby', what's happenin'?
Fuck you police and fuck neighbors
Come through all black, no mask and crash your pad

Hittin' niggas in they fitted cap where the letters at
I got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
We fittin' to get off
Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired

God damn, somebody bring me some juice in here
I done bust slugs from all types of shit
And every thing all real fuck what you might can get
And if the brain splatters, don't matter, that's what we practice

Glove and ski mask it, any body move a lick gettin' blasted

Sit you in a chair, make your niggas call you short arm
Blast the rocket, knock off your leg

Shit never that, dog, forever my baretta cat
It ain't shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Droppin' More shells than run and 'em
When I'm in the crib for your shit and a thick plastic
Been talkin' big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it
What you want to do nigga?
We niggas plottin' to hit your stash and leave you rotten
I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass
Punchin' a time clock
When hitin' licks I'm a savage, you hoes is plastic

Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to nigga hate
What ya'll want me to do hun? Soften up?
You can stop screamin', stop squermin' or stop breathin'
Yo, I spit so real so my boys can eat
So why don't you come out and play?
Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks

Now point me to the motherfuckin', yay
This stick up shit, I got it mastered
Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do
You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on beats

Tear through your forearm
(Dear diary)
Mr, Mr. Scarface, some of that old shit, you ready?
Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed your heat
Kill him I don't need no mask