We the worlds biggest click, no limit niggas we riders The worlds biggest click, no limit niggas we riders The worlds biggest click, no limit niggas we
thug lifers We be the niggas leavin' slugs in ya crime cipher We got the town locked With underground stock around clock workers to serve us Responsible for many murders We
Verse 3: mac I'm the bad nigga from the bricks Blood on my kicks Camoflauged niggas never die, we drop hits I spit the gospel, to all of my mothafuckin apostles Mac
blood brother, it could be ya thug Brother. We tend to say things that we don't really mean Like I hate you and I hope you die tomorrow of some deadly
look, I'm a tell these niggas like this here We bout to go get these motherfuckin' Rolexes shined up nigga And go get our chrome shined up and we goin
spirit is untouched... look out... Smach the Mac, smach the Mac, Smach the Mac, smach the Big Mac. Smach the Mac, smach the Mac, Smach the Mac, smach the Big Mac
with the venom, the fourth deadly venom Nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? Fuck that I told you, we takin' over, yo 'Pac Five deadly venomz verse five
and we straight soldiers Big boz is knocking teeth out cause we rollers This game got me wicked, I don't play Niggaz got funk on the other side, and we spray We
the blame [Lady MacBeth] You must strike. The time is thine They'll crown Mac Beth as next in line This kingdom ours, now is the time We commit this
really what you claim to be We can throw them thangs, play the same and I'm gone bust your nose Try to stop the click, we'll beat your shit and leave
pounds Redneck found, tech, tech pound, duck, duck goose Pump, pump shoot, shoot, let's get down, down It may seem petty, but we all turn mean deadly
pounds red-neck found, tech tech pound duck duck goose, pump pump shoot, shoot lets get down it may seem petty, but we all turn mean deadly
Hey, I'm so cool, even I wanna be me That was totally off the subject But for me, every song is like pussy So fuck it, like Fresh we dougie [we dougie, we
mac to your face So I never have to fall off, so you can never underrate Force pressure, is the techniques of real men So when you slam the doors, we
auntie b Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my niggas Bezzled up a few haters and feds watching my niggas And we on the grind, in '99
conceal deadly weapons?" ("Oh, there's Conrad General over there, let's say hello to Conrad General, hello, Conrad General!") "Firearms." "Okay..." "There are lots of deadl y weapons; we
lawyers We're losin' it Four fives and knives we be movin' wit Caught up in the things that the street game confused you wit We're provin' it Let it
Mac cookin up the track That's right, Snoop Dogg and Dub-C ridin in the back Make sure y'all know what time it is Huh huh, yeah, we gon' make this happen
