[Intro]
Let's get it, yeah ugh
Oh yeah nigga I am here
I ain't going no where nigga (yes yes) I ain't no where
You niggas givin' out no punk-ass flesh wounds
Picture a nigga taking something from me nigga
I'm Mack Montana you gotta call a Sosa over here to kill me nigga
[Verse : 1]
Why wouldn't I be mister him for real
One of the few who got it in for real, oh it is true
I am him no I am not them
Cause them there be fake, him here got cake
Clear him 8 feet of space, 'fore the 8 lift off his waist
Lift a nigga 8 feet to space
Come on hun, you will forever be stuck under the biggest thumb
You keep dealin' with them crumbs
Keep dealin' with them bums who receive they funds
In my new sized sums
I am a big dog like Glenn Rob
These niggas small like teacup Yorkies
Back up off me, you'll never get crack off of me
Catch me ridin' dirty, and I am far from a Chamillionaire
Way further than a millionaire, I won't rest my nerve
Until a billion is clear
One million.. two million... three million... four
I need nine hundred six million more
I won't stop getting this dough til I get enough to get Mumia off the road
What's the dealin', y'all up in your feelings? cause your boy is up in the millins
Stack my shit up to the ceiling, Sig is chillin.. what would I ever say I about a killing
You niggas popped, you should have got me good
Where I am from it is understood, if you
Grab hold of that smoke pole
You better hold that shit with a choke hold, empty out quick then reload
All you niggas my "hijos", I give out shitbags, put tubes in P holes
Excuse me? , that is what I thought, don't confuse see
What a baby gonna do ? wear your diapers
I am a '06 pied piper
Here to lead all you rats out to the city limits, it is a pity though
I don't talk no flute, this pipe I hold, do have 7 holes
One in the nose, have the dozen in the speed load
Here to run you rats back in your cheese hole
While I just grab hold of the cheese, oh
Let's get it, yeah ugh
Oh yeah nigga I am here
I ain't going no where nigga (yes yes) I ain't no where
You niggas givin' out no punk-ass flesh wounds
Picture a nigga taking something from me nigga
I'm Mack Montana you gotta call a Sosa over here to kill me nigga
[Verse : 1]
Why wouldn't I be mister him for real
One of the few who got it in for real, oh it is true
I am him no I am not them
Cause them there be fake, him here got cake
Clear him 8 feet of space, 'fore the 8 lift off his waist
Lift a nigga 8 feet to space
Come on hun, you will forever be stuck under the biggest thumb
You keep dealin' with them crumbs
Keep dealin' with them bums who receive they funds
In my new sized sums
I am a big dog like Glenn Rob
These niggas small like teacup Yorkies
Back up off me, you'll never get crack off of me
Catch me ridin' dirty, and I am far from a Chamillionaire
Way further than a millionaire, I won't rest my nerve
Until a billion is clear
One million.. two million... three million... four
I need nine hundred six million more
I won't stop getting this dough til I get enough to get Mumia off the road
What's the dealin', y'all up in your feelings? cause your boy is up in the millins
Stack my shit up to the ceiling, Sig is chillin.. what would I ever say I about a killing
You niggas popped, you should have got me good
Where I am from it is understood, if you
Grab hold of that smoke pole
You better hold that shit with a choke hold, empty out quick then reload
All you niggas my "hijos", I give out shitbags, put tubes in P holes
Excuse me? , that is what I thought, don't confuse see
What a baby gonna do ? wear your diapers
I am a '06 pied piper
Here to lead all you rats out to the city limits, it is a pity though
I don't talk no flute, this pipe I hold, do have 7 holes
One in the nose, have the dozen in the speed load
Here to run you rats back in your cheese hole
While I just grab hold of the cheese, oh
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