[Chorus]
That mac-10 will get them off me
Head shots, he still talking
[Verse 1]
You try to run up on Lil Wayne, I let you hold the slug
The can opener, will make your jug open up
I'm probably in the crib—baking up, rolling up
'Cause I'm a nut wit' the coke, call me coconut
Bet I smack 'em wit' the tooly, tell 'em straighten up
I'm from the murder capital, you niggas baby butt
You baby mutts get the fuck, I ain't a dog
I'm a Boss Hogg, shout out to Slim Thugga'
Pussy's spraying, that's a shot to ya brim youngin'
I'm so Cash Money, right out the rim brotha
Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I am
Not out to get nothing but bread, I said I
Slide out the whip, looking like a million bucks
Don't touch, bet this fucking full clip fill ya up
Hollygrove in this bitch blocka block
Make the chef pull the stove off the hip, cook 'em up
[Chorus]
That mac-10 will get them off me
Head shots, he still talking
[Verse 2]
If I was to let the barrel spin
None of you niggas be standing
I pull this burner out my drawers
You gonna piss in ya panties
On the block as a younging
I was working that jelly
Knew fat niggas kept bundles under their belly
I'm a motherfucking Young Money
A motherfucking Cash Money
Millionaire, Cash money Machiavelli
They say dress to kill, but I look better at it
Ready for anything, it's covered like spaghetti
I'm a nice young d-boy, baby
I digest your man like a t-bone, baby
Keep on I got the heat on 80
At 90 I'm shooting, at 100 I'm blazin'
Concrete jungle, the wild-life pavement
That's my life, my life, my life baby
Don't get caught up in the twilight craze
Or you'll be just another highlight baby
[Chorus]
That mac-10 will get them off me
Head shots, he still talking
[Verse 3]
Before I had my aim
I still had a pistol
Missing ya whole chest
Hitting ya whole temple
Like 95, 96 getting it in the rental
So short I had to sit on a pillow
Let the whole quaker sit on the griddle
Cook 'em up and shoot 'em out like missiles
Boot 'em up and call 'em out like bitches
They ain't nothing but bitches
They ain't fucking with this shit
They swinging and missing
My angle is different, they ain't seeing me
Look into my eyes, that's the windows to my soul
See the G in me, long hair, all black like Eazy-E
Little nigga got smack like the DVD
Click-clack sound sweet to me
Pap-pap, you look asleep to me (What you saying?)
Click-clack sound sweet to me
Pap-pap, you look 'sleep to me
Good night
[Chorus]
That mac-10 will get them off me
Head shots, he still talking
