Rubber Grip

[Intro: Sheek Louch] J [3X] J [4X] J-J-J-J. Cardim! [Chorus: Sheek Louch] "Tryin to get my hands on a Mac with the rubber grip" [3X] "Tryin to get my" [3X] "Mac with the rubber grip" [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Uhh, rubber grip (rubber grip) where are you? (Where are you?) I'm lookin for you (lookin for you) can I borrow you? (Can I borrow you?) Lost mine, had to dump it out, in a nigga's spine Fuck it though (fuck it though) nigga shouldn'ta crossed the fuckin line Geah! Pay attention my nigga, ain't no switchin my nigga This is school but out here ain't no detention my nigga (No doubt) I'm about the whips, fuck with the Bloods and Crips In the hood with them gorillas and banana clips (whaddup?) They don't like that I'm real, they say I make 'em sick Cause they don't see me no more, after I give 'em dick The price is right, the hood is quiet Go 'head and flip, if I run to the car I'm just, I'm just... [Chorus: Sheek Louch] "Tryin to get my hands on a Mac with the rubber grip" [3X] "Tryin to get my" [3X] "Mac with the rubber grip" [Interlude: Fat Joe] WOOO! Yeah Sheek It's your nigga I got things for that rubber grip That BX, that TX burn nigga, it's Crack! Yes, on the rubber tip N.Y. City It's what I does [Verse 2: Fat Joe] Coca! Yes niggas, I love my rubber grip Fingers itchin and I'm lookin for someone to hit Aww man, this is it huh? Niggas been gettin shot before Scott LaRock Every block party ended in a shootout Midst of it all I was first to bring them tools out Had the shotty in the Benetton bag Deuce deuce in my sneaker make you do the running man This is my fascination, no exaggeration Just ask Bush, that cat'll blast the nation God damn I love my rubber grip I jerk off of this shit, I guess I'm fuckin sick [Chorus: Sheek Louch] "Tryin to get my hands on a Mac with the rubber grip" [3X] "Tryin to get my" [3X] "Mac with the rubber grip" [Verse 3: Styles P] Yeah I'm heartless, like I'm motherless Mac with the rubber grip, I be on some other shit Beefin with, niggas in the hood, and the government Load it up, squeeze it off, nigga I be lovin it I be doin shit, for the fuck of it Blame it on money cause, I ain't got enough of it Money over hoes nigga, never ever cuff a bitch My hood they gon' laugh at you, say you on some sucker shit Got a lot of weight to move, lookin for a trucker quick Mean as Don Dada, ain't nobody on no tougher shit (nobody) Yeah I keep the Mac, with the rubber grip Knife, with the rubber grip I'm in the basement, makin the pipe, with the rubber grip [Chorus: Sheek Louch] "Tryin to get my hands on a Mac with the rubber grip" [3X] "Tryin to get my" [3X] "Mac with the rubber grip"