Mac Dre

Mac Dre - Mac Dammit and Friends lyrics

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(feat. B.A., PSD, Keak Da Sneak)



[Mac Dre]



Its Mac dammit man, coming through runnishing

Chop suie got a buck knife in his hand

Finishing the shit that them suckas started

They shoulda ar'a, knew that im coming harder

Fully are a, shot the whole lot up

Niggas trying cut quick, cramped up in a knot

Im a rida, cutthoat general 

In 84' I said fuck it, im in it now

Im killing now, letting Mothafuckas know

Im a pimp quit acting like a fucking ho

You aint know, bitch niggas get played

Razor sharp game, cut you like a switch blade

Its Dre waking up yo family

15 cudie in your drive way, they can't stand me

Paint candy licking like a blow pop

Im so flamie, nigga it don't stop



[B.A.]



Fuck driving, let me out when I slide threw

I drop love, like souls in a ten booth

Fucking wit yo huctes mento

Like im kend to her

but im just a die hard pimp girl

Into a nickname kosie, or call me B.A.

I'll send two huctes with yo wife right with me

I know, they say im crazy but I only drink white 

Unless im with a snow bunny  

So lets get the remy, get the bevi, act stupid

I'll slide through in a fly coup with two cute ones

Keak dat Sneak, plus Mac Dre be the homie

I'll be damn if the hutches think they got something on me

Ho its real, my life is ill 

We send em see whats im and get inside their grill



[Keak Da Sneak]



Still highly national, still a killa wit murder flow 

Still screaming  all in the do

Bet yo ass down fo, cuz that's the trade mark

Where nothing but brave hearts, thug relutional

Never thought when a muthafucka losing crutal

Collect the doe, thinking ahh and still counting it

Smoking by the pound you niggas still quarter ouncing it

Dry cut let it melt down bouncing it

Nine hundred thousand fo my kids allowance

Im drunk as fuck so I hit the loaf and bouncing it

Still gifted talented, from a notch to a bad bitch

Get mo then yo ass kicked depend on how mad I get

Genet razor dagger shit im leaving faces like naxima attics bitch

Im from mind over money and murder would manage shit

Without a sign, hearding some endings 

Tragic shit you want to shine 

You aint fucking with us then who you wit

Thats a perfect way to get yo wig split



[PSD]



Um Hum

The turf nigga, vest up under his shirt nigga

Doing dirty call me dirt sniffa

Like a dirt dopula, 

Get down foul, and im hurting patna

In da shows on my fo's 

Call me curtain droppa

Cant you tell from the dirt in my nail

From down south to my turf of Vallejo

Addiction to this mail is sometin' worser then yell

Make a nigga hi spy something worser then hell

Riding GMC denale it no l's

Wood indegital video 4 12

Possessions are under a zip of weed no sales

For personal need be, give me the fin

With no jail, no jail
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