The Mack (Remix|Explicit)-E-40/Hollow Tip

Intro: mack 10 Blaaaow blam 187 Straight murder display from la to the bay Westside, my n***a spice 1 aka fetty chico And I'll be mack 10 aka mack manson What up spice Spice 1: We serving chickens you damn sure can't get at roscoe's If you don't want to see no murder then keep your eyes closed N***a shake the dice up, roll 'em if it's one or ten They won't be able to put your a** together again Leave you in reece's pieces, rolling in white cornices Knocking out teethes, I know where we can get the blackheads cheapest From my homie down the street on the block He copping everything from desert eagles down to them mini-glocks If n****s f**k off the money we raise the murder stats Me and my n***a mack 10 committing terrorist acts You see us bailing don't mumble under your breath Have the heart to say f**k you so I can put five in your chest n***a Don't be no punk, I put my uzi where my mouth is Yay under couches running out of crack houses We down and dirty for the birdy thirty-five a sack N***a give up the stack it's fetty chico and the mack Chorus: Fetty chico and the mack (murder murder) ma-a-mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter Fetty chico and the mack (murder murder) open up your mouth, say ahh, get Ready for theblaaoow Fetty chico and the mack (murder murder) ma-a-mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter Fetty chico and the mack (murder murder) open up your mouth, say ahh, get Ready for theblaaoow Mack 10: I'm in a murderous mindstate I'm on so much d**e and coke I can't even do my line straight I smoke that? ?? That s**t put me in a trance And since my last lp they start calling me mack manson Now when I come around punks know they're gone ?? ? My pistol around and fall straight into a coma So take if you want it that's my number one motto Hitting licks like the lotto, with a four-five bottle And assault rifles like rambo full of ammo Dump a n***a in his chest and watch him bleed through his flesh ?? ?...... Chicken hawking You kill a n***a, you kill his bind_lyric.sh so she can't talk So I smoked the bind_lyric.sh and made it simple I put one in her temple and got horny as a nympho So with a hard d**k and guns, a bad bind_lyric.sh dies I take my two fingers and then I slowly close her eyes Chorus Capping him in his b-brain, with the m-mack t-ten That's my p-partner we d-d-doing him in L-l-leave him in the t-trunk 'til his c-crazy kid kicks one in the ch-chamber off The s-safety I g-got 'em g-got 'em four extra c-clips Infra-red b-beam h-hollow tips D-dirty l-licks m-midnight M-mack w-one o and l-laser sights Are-rollin b-blunts smoking to the doobie In my h-hooptie with my uzi t-talking to me Telling me thought another lick we can go pull off He told me keep your mask on don't take your hood off So me bail into burger king and me pistol whip the guard Everybody up on the floor nobody try to make it hard Another guard was hiding he jumped out and bust at me So I let him count the bullets in my c-l-i-p Me hear them sirens ringing and me take off with the stack Bailing without the stretch it's fetty chico and the mack 187-187-187-187-blaaaow Chorus (murder murder) Murder murder and kill kill kill World wide westside