Chorus (mac) : It's world war Can't nobody run and hide It's world war 'cause everybody's gonna die It's world war nigga Can't no nigga run from me they
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(feat. D.I.G., Magic) [Chorus: Mac] It's World War Can't nobody run and hide It's World War Cuz everybody's gonna die It's World War Nigga Can't no
, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what you wanna do? (Party!) Nat The Cat, you're in the house tonight, what you wanna do? (Party
Some murderers who turn bikers see Biggie Smalls Recruited these snipers alumni do it just like us Some pied pipers, squeezin' life out y'all It's all out war
lobby believe that's my hobby shoot like a tech war man will blaze in the neck we bun them hot bars to the neck shoot like a tech war man will blaze
course with these walls - bam! They don't move, don't brake, don't lose, don't sleep Light passin', light fashion, life happens that fast, party done
of dummies Dummies stuck to the project floors Niggas is suited up and be ready for war It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face My mac
[Noreaga] Yo, yo, yo, yo I told them cats, niggaz better cop some mac's Now they stuck with them handguns I thug it out with T.B., and Johnny Handsome
I begin this century So mention me and I'mma heat the track up If it's a 100 of you demons I suggest you go get back up Load the mac up don't slack up
a lil curry The club fin to close so sippen this in a hurry And plus i'm temperarly fixin n gettin merried The party's in the parking lot, loomin the mac
Vegas style, roll dice in linen Antera spinnin' on Milleniums, twenty G bets I'm winnin' them, threats I'm sendin' them Lex with TV sets, the minimum, ill sex adrenaline Party
it's the mac melph calio crew Bustin' ya up servin' ya up wit dem choppers Its the third aka call us life stoppers I take ya to war like the desperado
really dont feel it gotta little swagger ima rock to the right Mac dre air brush nikes and my wifey Someone spills liqure on my its gonna be war i can
Uh, Look Good Evening Yeah When I party in New York take the late night subway Goin' out Friday to comin' home Monday From all directions never find
I can talk about stress What kind of picture should I paint? What kind of music should I make? [Verse 2: Mac Miller] I could talk about the parties
t laffin, I let my fo-fo do my braggin, I came to party baby, as soon as I hit that body baby, a straight jacket and a mac is all im needin for this
blow up with your car like dog How come I don't stop in this You wanna ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on You wanna war? Okay, alright,
