What nigga drop that shit

Soldier, say K-L

These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet

I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein



Verse 1:  Mac

Murda murda I wrote it in braile

Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale

The homicide rapper, there'll never be another after

The Mac's rapture, I represent, that's what I'm on the map for

Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous

1-8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap

Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust

Makin my clique the shit, bitches wanna discuss

?Platonic?, the lyrical killins don't got no motives

In this, in my vein, ain't no way I can control it

When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas

You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the river

I enter the place, ski mask covered my face

If they pass me the mic, I'm gonna catch a case

In this mothafucka ya heard of me

?T-T and herb hit the spot?

All the niggas I know is Shell Shocked



Chorus:  Mac

I got the game in my vein

Won't change

I got the game in my vein

Won't change

I got the game in my vein

Won't change

I got it, I got it



Verse 2:  Mac

I was born in it and represented

The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it

Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet

Big Wise that's my nigga, Psycho Ward is my clique

Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas

Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot

Them scriptures, paint the pictures

We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers

Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame

Momma said it's a shame, poppa gave me the game

Experience a soldier, my heart pumps battle fluid

You wanna go to war let's get to it

Mac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murder

Deadly as the killer kyle in your hamburger

Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo

I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo



Chorus:  Mac

I got the game in my vein

Won't change

I got the game in my vein

Won't change

I got the game in my vein

Won't change

I got the game in my vein

Won't change



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 as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrils

I minister, words of a mothafuckin sinister

Transform into Liu Kang and finish ya

Nigga put me in the game I'ma show you my sports

Witness the street level on the b-ball court

Bitch I'ma die wit it, cause it's a part of my vein

Hear that word camoflauge when you hear my name

So tell them niggas I'm back affiliated, enemy lines are penetrated

My niggas wit me

You cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit me

Spread me in every ghetto, every city, I get busy

And buck, my name Mac remember that, I drop rhymes

Nigga it's Mac as if you missed it the first time nigga

Woah 7x