[Mac talking]
Cut that ?simply? track off
Give me a little volume in my headphones
Turn the mic up a little bit n*gga I can't here myself
What? What?
Alright
Its ?Macadon? off in this motherf*cker
DJ WOP, KLC
Feel it
[Mac]
First of all, n*gga f*ck y'all y'all n*ggas ain't sh*t
I'm the one who slash rappers and be f*cking they b*tch
I hate rappers who hate other rappers for making it
Record labels be di*kin n*ggas, n*ggas just be takin it
Fakin it with videos, with pretty hoe's and limos
But callin No Limit tryin submit them f*ckin demos
Fake ass n*ggas be hollin "keep it real"
I got family n*gga, Keep it real to them god damn bills
I give a f*ck, bout hip-hop the culture of the call
This sh*t is watered down like a scene from Jaws
I done been through all the phases
Tampered with all the styles
n*ggas done soldier hated
Mac retaliated
Tell them n*ggas in back with semi-autos
You dis me on wax, you might not see tomorrow
I'm like Zorro, I mark D.F.M on they back
[And whats that] That mean Dont f*ck wit Mac
They should've told you I was nothing nice
As a matter of fact they should've told you I was nothing nice twice
My rollie was dipped in ice, my g-ride was payed out
Crib was layed out before my record was out
Most of y'all go gold and never see a bank roll
A hundred g's in the hole cause you sold your soul
When your broke, your yellin at TRU to hip-hop sh*t
I'm known damn well all you n*ggas tryin to get rich
East, west, middle, south n*gga we all the same
We all speak the same sh*t but with different type of slang
So the next n*gga talk about we country and weak
I hope his momma catch cancer and die in her sleep
What?
1-2-1-2 you get your crew, I get my crew and we can do what real n*ggas
Do
What?
1-2-1-2 you get your boo, I get my boo and they can do what real b*tches
Do
[Mac talking]
The camouflage assassin
The no Limit empire strikies back for all the haters
What?
We're No Limit Soldiers, I thought I told ya x7
We're No Limit motherf*cking soldiers