Mack Lean

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap] Born of a hustler, I'm a bad motherfucker Keep a pocket full of c-notes, some kilos stuffed in his muffler Pimp daddy mack lean, tilt the suede hat mean Cadillac and pad clean, that nickel-plated mac gleam Flare bellbottoms, shells, he shot 'em The hell if he not, he a problem like a cell up in Harlem Should've been in an asylum the way he funeral parlour ‘em Bottom bitch with the healthy bottom My bell’s no cotton Come from a slum off a strip made of legends See her face with fresh enough mirror paint on that fresh Benz King of my city, I run for mayor election here on He step in the scene you to the fifth wing, what happened? The don is session brunette and blond sex and I’m on rest And my weapon I hit ‘em with arm injections Firearm your direction, no arm wrestling peasants Palming that bread, he got off on the own connections No question [Hook x2] Pimp daddy with the mack lean Luxurious suites, 80-inch flat screens We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends New York City, certified rap king [Verse 2: Fred the Godson] Nina 12 gauge Imagine if I seen ya, twelfth grade Schoolboy’s how I handle you Your mack book was a computer, mine’s was a manual I dared a bitch buy a whole book of Emmanuel I cook with the mechanicals, you shook? That’s understandable I took a gram or two and made a grand or two Sold to your mother and your grandma too Oh they a lover of my grandma too, but who better than Kool G Rap? I’m in the booth with a Biggie sweater, this coogie rap Uzi clap, you’ve been warned Put the snug to it uniform, don’t make me clank the nose like a unicorn (get it?) You’ve been on for a couple, don’t diss the forefathers Your mom don’t know who your pops, you probably got four fathers I’m from a different era Violate if you should ever, Fred the Godson [Hook x2] Pimp daddy with the mack lean Luxurious suites, 80-inch flat screens We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends New York City, certified rap king [Verse 3: AG Da Coroner] Mannequin nails, headline with Steve Harvey History was Teflon, try to stick to degree bodies No no no bloodline, pristine Gotti Ill with the Rambo knife plus he busting the mean shotty Weave spinning had emptying in his family Intelligent hoodlum still familiar with tragedy One problem away from losing his sanity Telling whose situation get nasty, that’s word to vanity Nightmares and dark fantasies, they toetagging me (try to kill me) Playa had a death wish, she kept the best bitch What’s snapping with fingers, he make her step quick Respect me, homie, don’t play the phony Them hot shells will turn you to macaroni Shout out to Treach and Naughty, I do my dirt by my lonely Ninja nigga shinobi Creeping through the block then walk away like I’m Kobe And play the mirror like Moany [Hook] Pimp daddy with the mack lean Luxurious suites, 80-inch flat screens We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends New York City, certified rap king