517 BONES
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[Verse]
5-1-7, Mac-11
Pop your fucking head, bitch
2-11, riding Chevys
Drop it off your ass quick
9-11, building seven
Crumpling like my casket
Ducking out so fast, bitch
Bones make it tragic
Feeling something like Tracy Chapman
Fast cars, just overlapped them
You drop and nobody listen
I MMMBop just like the Hansons
Two left feet, I’m never dancing
Let the blade stand in if I’m ever anxious
Out of dope, and all out of patience
Dug my grave, it’s time to get to laying
Mud cover my Rolex, I can never tell the time
We change the game, you stay the same
Rhyme after rhyme
[Refrain]
5-1-7, Mac-11
Pop your fucking head, bitch
2-11, riding Chevys
Drop it off your ass quick
5-1-7, Mac-11
Pop your fucking head, bitch
2-11, riding Chevys
Drop it off your ass quick
9-11, building seven
Crumpling like my casket
Ducking out so fast, bitch
Bones make it tragic
Feeling something like Tracy Chapman
Fast cars, just overlapped them
You drop and nobody listen
I MMMBop just like the Hansons
Two left feet, I’m never dancing
Let the blade stand in if I’m ever anxious
Out of dope, and all out of patience
Dug my grave, it’s time to get to laying
Mud cover my Rolex, I can never tell the time
We change the game, you stay the same
Rhyme after rhyme
[Refrain]
5-1-7, Mac-11
Pop your fucking head, bitch
2-11, riding Chevys
Drop it off your ass quick
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