Fetty Chico and the Mack
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Blah! Kill!
1-8-7
Straight murder display from L.A. to the Bay
Westside
My nigga Spice 1, a.k.a. Fetty Chico
And I be Mack 10, a.k.a. Mack Manson
What up, Spice?
We servin' chickens you damn sure can't get at Roscoe's
If you don't wanna see the murders then keep your eyes closed
Nigga shake the dice up, roll 'em if it's one or ten
They won't be able to piece your ass together again
Leave you in pieces, pieces rollin' in white Cornices
Knockin' our teethers, I know where we can get the blackheads cheapest
From my homie down the street on the block
He coppin' everything from Desert Eagles down to them mini Glocks
If niggas fuck off the money we raise the murder stats
Me and my nigga Mack 10 committin' terrorist acts
You see us bailin', don't mumble under your breath
Had a heart to say fuck you so I can put five in your chest, nigga
Don't be no punk, I put my Uzi where my mouth is
Yay under couches, runnin' out of crack houses
We yellin' dirty for the birdie, thirteen-five a sack
Nigga give up the stack, it's Fetty Chico and the Mack
Murder, murder
M-a-Mack 10 shooter, killer man looter
Murder, murder
Open your mouth, say "Ah," get ready for the blow
Murder, murder
M-a-Mack 10 shooter, killer man looter
Murder, murder
Open your mouth, say "Ah," get ready for the blow
I'm in a murderous mind state
I'm on so much dope and coke I can't even do my lines straight
I smoke that water, that shit put me in a trance
And since my last LP they start callin' me Mack Manson
Now when I come around punks know they are gone
Smell my pistol aroma and fall straight into a coma
'Cause take it if you want it is my number one motto
Hit snicks like the lotto with a .45 auto
And assault rifles like Rambo full of ammo
Dump a nigga in his chest and watch the lead through his flesh
I'm talkin' pork porks or baked chicken, ho
You kill a nigga, you kill his bitch so she can't talk
So I smoked the bitch and made it simple
I put one in her temple and got horny as a nympho
So with a hard dick and the guns this bad bitch died
I take my two fingers and I slowly close her eyes
Murder, murder
M-a-M-a-Mack 10 shooter, killer man looter
Murder, murder
Open your mouth, say "Ah," get ready for the blow
Murder, murder
M-a-Mack 10 shooter, killer man looter
Murder, murder
Open your mouth, say "Ah," get ready for the blow
I got 'em in his b-uh-brain with the M-a-Mack t-uh-ten
That's my p-uh-partner, we d-uh-d-uh-do 'em in
L-uh-l-uh-leave 'em in the t-uh-trunk 'til it's c-uh-crazy
Keep one in his ch-uh-chamber off the s-uh-safety
I g-uh-got 'em, g-uh-got 'em four extra c-uh-clips
Infrared b-uh-beam, h-uh-hollow tips
D-uh-dirty l-uh-licks, m-uh-midnight
M-uh-Mack w-uh-one-oh and l-uh-laser sights
I'm r-uh-rollin' bl-uh-blunts, smokin' to the doobie
In my h-uh-hoodie with my Uzi t-uh-talkin' to me
Tellin' me 'bout another lick we can go pull off
He told me keep the mask on, don't take your hood off
So me run to Burger King and me pistol whip the guard
Everybody up on the floor, nobody try to make it hard
Another guard was hidin', he jump out and bust at me
So I let him count the bullets up in my C-L-I-P
Me hear them sirens ringin' and me take off with the stack
Runnin' with all distractions, Fetty Chico and the Mack
One of the seven, one of the seven
One of the seven, one of the seven
Murder, murder
M-a-M-a-Mack 10 shooter, killer man looter
Murder, murder
Open your mouth, say "Ah," get ready for the blow
Murder, murder
M-a-Mack 10 shooter, killer man looter
Murder, murder
Open your mouth, say "Ah," get ready for the blow
Murder, murder
Murder, murder, murder
And kill, kill, kill
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