Casting beans you bitch ass niggas
It's the boss of all bosses
Well respected, reputation flawless
Movie of my life, it's a toss up
Between Spike and Tarantino
Well connected like Nicodemo Skinny
Joey, uh, come on you niggas know me
Capo de cafe, need work get at me
One for a deuce in Amsterdam
Now move, bitch, get out the way
I know the game is for me
Me and D -Mac on the track,
lettin' these bitch niggas get to me
to write a murder mystery
And my fists are low crystal -y
I got more cheese than low Italy
And you ain't got a coin,
big chain hang to my groin
And I can go to the car lot in a hard top
And pull another coupe off,
And I chrome the boots off,
Yo, Mack, tell them how hard niggas
Full surface, they already know
You got beef, then watch your back
State of niggas never rank jokes
You gotta keep your enemies close
never leave home without that toast
real niggas do what they want
bitch niggas do what they told
you gotta play the hand you was dealt
two real niggas livin' by the code man
How men casket down, nigga acts around
Shit, we lay a nigga casket down
Man, I'll grab the ruger,
smoke him like a bag of blues
Let's just throw him off the roof,
Yeah, let's see if he gon' land
Bro, Mack, I could just take the heat,
put his face on the steep
Or you could take the back of the Gap,
Or I could hit him with a piece
that could wake the deceased
I'd call a chopper, earthquake,
he'd be shakin' the street
I'd touch keys and push bass
You already know, slow down
Nah, Mack, I'm not feelin' him
Well, fucker, this Mack and Cash,
back to back like Mack and Brad
Fuck these fake -ass rappers,
tight clothes dressed in drag
Tryna hop up on the track
Man I'm the truth in the booth
Cast the beast on the beat
And I'm for sure with the flow
Fazz I hit the meter on the dash
then it's Continental Cast
Flying Spur Fabo on the collabo
But I'm like Zabdo when I let the jab go
In the lab, yo, the wordplay is like Scrabble
Yo, Fabbo, you ain't bad with the vocab, yo
I bag snow and blow strawberry dro
nigga got beef, then watch your back
Stand -up niggas never rank, yo
You gotta keep your enemies close
And never leave home without that toast
Real niggas do what they want
Bitch niggas do what you told
You thought playing the hand was a skill
Two little niggas living by the code man