Shady Times Mac Dre (Ft. Web)

[Intro: Web]
What's happenin'?
Some of that old gangsta, leave a nigga in a ditch type shit, you know?
Yeah
We players but we gangstas, too, nigga
Mac Dre and Young Web finna put it down in a real way
Check it out, check it out, check it out

[Verse 1: Web]
Have a seat, grab a blunt, relax your back
I'ma about to kick some facts to make you feel that you've been jacked
I attack, at any cost, without no means
Packin' AP-9s, AKs with infrared beams
It seems some kids up in this game need to be taught a lesson
Nigga, one suggestion: let's call together a funk session
'Cause when I bust, I bring major pain
Keith Sweat would wanna cross out in my type of rain
Nigga, my lyrics is something make the others fear the reputation
I'm bustin' with a sensation that'll leave you in devastation
Fry like bacon
This money I'm takin' to fill my pockets
Fools be tryna stop but I be blowin' up like rockets
Your arm sockets, legs and waist stay left
The only thing this nigga about to meet now is his death
The point I'm makin' potna is don't test me 'cause I'm packin' a .380
Motherfucker when times are shady