Key: A minor•
Verse 1
Billy pissed the bank,
we gon' make him pay
You already know
It's the boss of all bosses
Well respected, reputation flawless
Street record, no losses
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
I'm on the hill all day,
gettin' it the long way
Pitches on Broadway,
coffee poppin', oh yeah
Now move, bitch, get out the way
Ayy, the hustle of home,
I know the game is for me
Me and D -Mac on the track,
the game history
Pitchin' me,
lettin' these bitch niggas get to me
You could use my life
to write a murder mystery
And my fists are low crystal -y
My watch on freeze,
I got more cheese than low Italy
I get change,
Eb
Am
big chain hang to my groin
And I can go to the car lot in a hard top
And pull another coupe off,
jag with the soft top
I'ma take the roof off,
I don't do the sunroof
And I chrome the boots off,
dog, I got dummy
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
You already know,
never leave home without that toast
You already know,
real niggas do what they want
You already know,
bitch niggas do what they told
You already know,
you gotta play the hand you was dealt
You already know,
two real niggas livin' by the code man
You already know, uh,
you niggas already know
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,
like a parachuter
Yeah, let's see if he gon' land
on his face or his feet
Bro, Mack, I could just take the heat,
put his face on the steep
Or you could take the back of the Gap,
try breakin' his teeth
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
like I'm makin' a beat
You already know, slow down
Cash, you're killin' him
Take it easy on him
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,
half these niggas fags
Designer backpacks,
tight clothes dressed in drag
Tryna hop up on the track
but like extra swag
Man I'm the truth in the booth
Mack'll bust that ass
Cast the beast on the beat
Yeah I crush that ass
And I'm for sure with the flow
Who dat? Ghetto
Fazz I hit the meter on the dash
like the yellow calves
Wings on the hood,
B's on the pedal tabs
It's Bentley Beans,
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
Cass, it is what it is,
you already know,
nigga got beef, then watch your back
You already know
Stand -up niggas never rank, yo
You already know
You gotta keep your enemies close
You already know
And never leave home without that toast
You already know
Real niggas do what they want
You already know
Bitch niggas do what you told
You already know
You thought playing the hand was a skill
Two little niggas living by the code man
You already know
You already know
You already know
You already know
You already
You already
You
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