EZ Come, EZ Go
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Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a...
A lotta niggas talk that shit and end up gettin' they wigs split
It's M.C Mack, a nigga known for smack-a-jackin' crackerjacks
Busta ass nigga run yo mouth and get yo' ass blown off
Watch me put my ski-mask on, cock my gat back trick, now drop it off
Lanes get very quick and tricks that
Tried to test they nuts get stuffed and
Zipped up in a body bag to let you know yo' ass been had
Flodgin' weak ass niggas looking, throwing up the wrong sign
I'm staring at em like they J-Ko, bitch you ain't no friend of mine
Shoot a stupid sucka in a minute,
Don't you give a fuck about another
Nigga, if he's bigger you should cap his ass
Nigga like the Mac'll smack a nigga like a
Nigga smack a bitch, you cluckaz, ain't no bustas
Smacking, crack a niggas dome with the handle of my chrome
So now you wishing you didn't run
Your licka nigga lane we popping Gon' see
Once again I got to show these lemons who they dealing with
Don't play me weak or soft 'cause all my niggas keep a fucking yalk
Classify this lemon pillars, let's make a stain, shoot that thang
Like Crunchy said you stupid ho's
Easy come and easy go, bitch
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a...
I hanging in North Memphis with my niggas that be snorting that B
Got a mac 10 on the side of my hip
4 rudder pull lemon lane
Slide, bust a run and lip
Smoked out on that ganja weed
While sittin back sippin on Hennessey
Im hidin three birds in a kite
Im thinkin, blinkin, also creep
And I grab my yalk and load that bitch
And see what snitch gon start some shit
Jump like you got anna
Close yo eyes wad a mil
And trick make a wish
Got tephlon in yo lungs
And now you gasping for you last breath
Young nigga tried to out run some hollow tips
Well trick you and took yo last steps
See busta niggas run they mouth and
Eventually get they cranium crack
By MC Mack we rob and stain
And stick them up
Hoe what you got
My nine dont have no feelings
As im dishing out those hollow thangs
Trooper says gimme some family killer clan
And snitches cannot manage
Scopin, poppin, droppin
Busta trick
We rob you for your weed
And blew the smoke off in yo face
Now bitch you shouldnt have shit to say
Run you pussy nigga
Nigga mack will always keep a tone
For a sucka, clucka, busta
Motherfucka chrome thing to yo dome
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a...