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((4 Guru & Capital Steez))

LYRICS

Aww shit
Macon is mad dangerous
Good kid just a mad angel on angel dust
Fuck yo bitches. Fuck ya richest and ya manager
Is what they talking, but they aint ready for this artist
I go the hardest. De de des straight retarded
Dont wanna bargin. Gimmie the loot like notorius
Bitches be playin with this cat
No fr they see Mac with the cat
Real ass nigga I aint gotta say it on tracks
Fuck jewerly homie we aint even on that
This that 1993 MTVraps
no marijuana no crack rock Im boutta black
Niggas ACT makem S-A-T they ass down
Haters motivate and make me wanna go clap rounds
Bang Bang like like I'm P-O-P Now
Take it back like bootleg CDs now
Gimmie a minute I'll go manhandle this pussy
Steal his life away man vandel this pussy
Fuck it, Ima leave em up to my mans
Who extorts so Ima go pan handle
this pussy
I wont stop LsHigh to the motherland
Im in a fucking land where we dont stand a fucking chance
All hope for humanity is lost
goverment correptued, us americans pissed off
Illuminati like yo quit with the steez talk
Your third eye rocks now whats your thoughts on rick ross?

so-what the fuck can I do then?
Flex like bruce lee no kung fu then
Rude ass nuisance. Dropping that new shit
Dont like? Fuck you and fuck you too then
Cologne Polo
Bass on Sumo
Jane in my system
Got my Brain on Pluto

You not a rapper you a raptor In a tidal
wave
Im wack? Freeze me bitch isolate
I smoke reefer, go Ham and throw the pork away
Billy paul told me let the dolla circulate
ATL and Macon all day
Get a title then they try with this bullshit and hate
Remember freestyling in the lakeside hallways
Yellin Geechi life shawty til Im buried in a grave
Still say the same shit til this very damn day
kept it true and still do now look where lat
My Medulla oblingiata get me gwualla all day
So when I spit shit my mind is in a whole 'nother place
Heaven4 we been cool but been on our feet
Flow cold like a mutherfucking hockey rink
Bitches Wish they could Bone, Thats crazy
I get bizzy in the flesh no Harmony
This not a game ahk
I love rap and I hate cops
And fake niggas who flip
Flop
My clique hot quit it
This a religion
This that get up, get out stop sittin
Fuck critics, leave the bullshit to pigeons
Cause I'll be on that ass like kriss kross pants zippers
I school all of these boo boo artist
Feeling like 93 Micheal Jordan
Cold hearted
Fuck her in the morning
Get some Ihop
Then leave her ass like an orphan


A game gain fame yall to boring
Cant Lead a horse to the well rapping horse shit
Kharma ghiaa new lamb an a coupe
Rap trap flip bricks make it chicken noodle soup
45 and the chopper in back what it do
That is not your life this real shit is overdue
Talk it then I live it
And I live lyrically
Ex Drug fiend Had them double cups symmetry
Money talk and the bullshit missin me
Let me repeat myself if You aint getting me


Its don donda Macon Ham, Flawless Victory


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