Intro: Mack 10
 BLaaaow Blam 187
 Straight murder display from LA to the Bay
 Westside  My nigga Spice 1 aka Fetty Chico
 And I'll be Mack 10 aka Mack Manson
 What up Spice

 Spice 1:

 We serving chickens you damn sure can't get at Roscoe's
 If you don't want to see no murder then keep your eyes closed
 Nigga shake the dice up  roll 'em if it's one or ten
 They won't be able to put your ass together again
 Leave you in Reece's Pieces, rolling in white cornices
 Knocking out teethes, I know where we can get the blackheads cheapest
 From my homie down the street on the block
 He copping 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 committing terrorist acts
 You see us bailing don't mumble under your breath
 Have the 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 running out of crack houses
 We down and dirty for the birdy thirty-five a sack
 Nigga give up the stack it's Fetty Chico and The Mack

 Chorus:

 Fetty Chico and The Mack
 (Murder Murder) Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter
 Fetty Chico And The Mack
 (Murder Murder) Open up your mouth, Say Ahh, get
 ready for theBlaaoow
 Fetty Chico and The Mack
 (Murder Murder) Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter
 Fetty Chico And The Mack
 (Murder Murder) Open up your mouth, Say Ahh, get
 ready for theBlaaoow

 Mack 10:

 I'm in a murderous mindstate
 I'm on so much dope and coke I can't even do my line straight
 I smoke that ??? that shit put me in a trance
 And since my last LP they start calling me Mack Manson
 Now when I come around punks know they're gone
 ??? my pistol around and fall straight into a coma
 So take if you want it that's my number one motto
 Hitting licks like the lotto, with a four-five bottle
 And assault rifles like Rambo full of ammo
 Dump a nigga in his chest and watch him bleed through his flesh
 ???...... chicken hawking
 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 guns, a bad bitch dies
 I take my two fingers and then I slowly close her eyes

 Chorus

 Capping him in his b-brain, with the m-mack t-ten
 that's my p-partner we d-d-doing him in
 L-l-leave him in the t-trunk
 'til his c-crazy kid kicks one in the ch-chamber off
 the s-safety
 I g-got 'em g-got 'em four extra c-clips
 Infra-red b-beam h-hollow tips
 D-dirty l-licks m-midnight
 M-Mack W-One O and l-laser sights
 R-rollin b-blunts smoking to the doobie
 In my h-hooptie with my uzi t-talking to me
 Telling me thought another lick we can go pull off
 He told me keep your mask on don't take your hood off
 So me bail into Burger King and me pistol whip the guard
 Everybody up on the floor nobody try to make it hard
 Another guard was hiding he jumped out and bust at me
 So I let him count the bullets in my C-L-I-P
 Me hear them sirens ringing and me take off with the stack
 Bailing without the stretch it's Fetty Chico and The Mack
 187-187-187-187-Blaaaow

 Chorus

 (Murder Murder)
 Murder murder and Kill Kill Kill
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