Girl, i slip into your bedroom the light from your mac cuts through the gloom, like moonlight its so fucking grim out there, lets hibernate i'm sick of
Girl, i slip into your bedroom the light from your mac cuts through the gloom, like moonlight its so fucking grim out there, lets hibernate i'm sick
cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna
rap artists out in the streets You always say our jams are wack but yours'll be tight But you never been near a studio in your life You see, disrespect is your
Welcome to the home of the Home invasion DEA like to raid, You might get your home raided Went up in it Like a halfback from the Raiders Bring a half mac
my paws hannibal lecter im so involved follow alone Jay Sean pass the patron We shining hard up in this mother fuck So hit the lights lights lights So hit the lights lights lights
for the homies, everyone who couldn't make it here today/ Lift your lighters up and say "RIP" Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your lighters (For me) Lift your lighters
once I seen it in light Awaken by the sounds of niggas screamin' at night Cover your eyes I leave you face to face with your maker The time taker intend your
fight Under the street lights Rollin' the dice We was so enticed By niggas like slick money and ice We figure prison end should come with the light Along with losin' your
than your jeweler Touch and I will bust your medulla That's a bullet hole, it is not a tumor Red like red like stop your rumors I stay on track like
ask what's goin on with rap, white kids actin black It's like McDonald's sellin fatback Get back to your Mac, that stuff is wack with all these dancetracks I'm hearin rap from
So you say you a gangsta, right? Are you really a rider, yeah? You don't take shit from no one, no And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough, let's
' niggaz in the house? Hell yeah, So everybody just light your spliffs up Yeah, get your skunk weed and light that shit up And let the funk be your guiding light You heard it comin' from
wheel Feel I can't die when I'm poppin' on the pill So real that it feel, keep Cochran on my heels Who rock the black and back out? Now the MAC back
strange Armageaddon, the end of your life on whatever's in his range Never mind the notion of savin the lives of your friends Your sister, your cousins, your
seen what them things could do to Cut your legs, remove your from your hip down to ya tims I'm like the limit on ya life, the demon on ya light That
back, bounce, bounce back Bounce back, bounce, bounce back I'm 'bout to bounce back, bounce, bounce back You ever had corns on your finger from squeezin' a Mac
your back pockets get swiss back How can a mac get his shit back You want to click-clack your person you can get that You get your shit cluft up Billy