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Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Return Of The Mac (Aka New York S***) |
| And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 |
| I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's |
| Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit don’t end |
| And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 |
| I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's |
| Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends |
| I’m on my New York shit |
| Mobb Deep, nigga, Queens, New York shit |
| Orange box cutter, that New York shit |
| Guzzled the whole bottle, that’s a New York sip |
| My baby mom’s from Brooklyn, my New York bitch |
| Got that coke on Broadway, that New York flip |
| Hoes down South love my New York accent |
| And cheat on their man for some New York dick |
| Niggas get mad, I pop in the clip |
| And pop for they symbol on they New York fit |
| With a rusty gun but the shit still spit |
| Rubber bands on the handle, the New York grip |
| And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 |
| I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's |
| Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit don’t end |
| And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 |
| I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's |
| Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends |
| Get on my New York shit |
| And show these mo’fuckers what New York is |
| Twelve homicides in a New York minute |
| Take a trip up top for a New York visit |
| NYPD, New York Pricks and Dicks |
| Heard ya workin' with the D’s, you a New York snitch |
| I’m tryin’a make a hundred mil' that’s New York rich |
| Back and forth to Philly with these New York bricks |
| Niggas get jealous over New York quick |
| Ay hoe, wanna know, who the New York kid? |
| With the New York plates, on the bulletproof truck |
| Better chill or get killed by a New Yorker |
| And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 |
| I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's |
| Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit don’t end |
| And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again |
| Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 |
| I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's |
| Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends |
| Ain’t nothin', ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 |
| I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's |
| Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit don’t end |
| (Ain't nothin', ain’t nothin') |
| Let these niggas have it, son |
| (Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10) |
| Alchemist, man |
| You’ll know what it is, man |
| Gonna check this, let’s do it |
| Ya all, since back then, we return with the Mac 10 |