#7 minute freestyle lyrics mac

Like dunnanna dunnanna di-di-dun dun ditty With the crowned prince of the underground I'm still comin with velocity, check it outДЄin't none of clowns standing their ground Niggas are do ducking I'm boo buckin, fuck it I'm whyle

Hahahhhh, here I come a-g-g-gain, run, up up up in The nigga don't play, hey, the nigga don't play, hey I'm definitely destined to make eight digitsДЄs soon as I step up, nah, whenever I'm in the, uh I hit you like bam, biggity bam, bam, biggity bam No need to explain my name, the only thing that matters So I left him sleepin' with his temple leakin'ДЄs soon as I grab it, I eat it up like a savage I can't wait to demonstrate this nickel plate My 38 works great, so make a mistake and hesitate

#7 minute freestyle lyrics mac

I ran up on this nigga name Mac in a black ac I'm on some rappin' shit and some car jackin shit RightДЇuck love, all I got for ho's is hard dick and bubble gum The bitch type I dislike, I'm rougher than a fist fightДЄll chicks ain't shit, ain't no such thing as Ms. Try to tax and I'mma beat your fagot ass half-deadДЇor a low price hops, cause my blood is colder than an ice boxД¬ause my crew will kill a nigga from the lobby to the top floorДЄnd every time a mack eleven bucks, I'm killin' at least seven ducks Niggas hear me and take more notes than Connie Chung I love to fuck a bitch from the back and watch her ass shake I'm so ahead of my time, my parents haven't met yet Nobody can fuck with the way I be killin' the shit in rap events My crew be deliverin' hot lead when gats are clenched Surprise, I feel no fear when facing y'allД«etcha lyrics jump off the track like racing carsДЄnd even in dying, couldn't be this def (death) Like kidnapping, extortion and corruption On the prize, my greedy eyes can't see no less Gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that Your screaming, 'Jesus Christ,' he's back Knocking sense into those that oppose me, ha When I be goin, I be running the track like Jesse Owens I'm poppin Crystal, shooting game like missilesД«ut the goody, pullin R&B bitches wearin hoodies Get up off me, nigga, its bad luck to cross me Recognize, the black cat with the nine lives The shit is eternal, I rock the Heavens well You need slow down, or get your ass tore down I'm too much, nigga, so never should you rush I'm from a whyle town, you know my style clown, so bow down Stabbin' teachers to death that gave me bad gradesДЇuck around you'll find my silk boxers in your mother's hamperД¬ops drop when my Glock makes a pow sound The other night some snake riffed and got a hot lead face liftДЄll through high school I had braids, I kept mad blades I started smokin' dust and been insane since Props I own the most, I'm leavin' niggas comatose Tracks I'm known to roast until the microphone is ghost I keep a shotty near, it's that nigga with I got the looks that make your hotty stare I'm tellin' you shit is about to get drastic soonДЄnd break a mothafucker like a plastic spoon

Old folks get mugged and raided, crimes are drug relatedДЄnd we live by the street rules that thugs createdДЇront in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat Where I'm from, niggas jewels get ran like red lights You seen what happened in my last fight friend? aight then

The last thing you want with Big L is a fair one So with that bullshit, step to the rear son Leavin' token blacks with broken backs and open caps I'm known for yokin' jacks and beatin' them with smokin' gats Puttin' thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itchesД«itches get fucked on the roof when I ain't got no hotel dough Yo, I got slugs for snitches, no love for bitches