[master p] (mac) Ughhhh! oh yeah nigga. Representin fool. No limit for life, fool. Them niggas think it's a game, mac? (soldier rags on in the bitch,
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(feat. Master P) [Master P (Mac)] Ughhhh! Oh yeah nigga. Representin fool. No Limit for life, fool. Them niggas think it's a game, Mac? (Soldier rags
hot, and me dreads so cold Me so cold (Me come and say) [Verse 1 - Fat Joe] Here is something you can't understand, how I could just kill a man Shame what the MAC
vision comes tinted from being so high (So high) So high so high Air it out Iron lung I be the street soldier ante up Pull them panties up, party's
m high like Fabo, hood like Shawty So tell me when to go like my name E-40 Like a rich rock star, nigga, I'm gonna party Got a party pack of pillz that
be on it, y'all cats don't really want it Y'all don't want it, y'all just fronting, homeboy Then back up off me I'm a young fly soldier Thought I told
Mac melph calio gonna rape you for yo life ya bitch you Believe dat yeah! Chorus Chillin' on the set wit the fully automatic tec Ya better back up off
C & Mac, bruh, I think them hoes gone love this shit dogg Foreal! Knowmsayin'? Tell them hoes come to the floor dogg! [C-Murder] TRU, ya dig? [Mac]
get hectic Word up, know what I'm sayin'? The whole world kid Shit is over dead, Mobb Deep say party uh Know what I'm sayin'? Party uh
the east wing, twenty-ten, sexy bad We up at Spain with that thing, thing, my crew strong We take no search for your party Dunn, you know how I run
in Your Bubblegoose Ahhhhh Ahhh Ahh Ahh [Grandma, where you at, girl?] Ahh Ahh Ahh Ah Ahh [Cartman: Mac 10! Kyle: Cartman, this isn't Mac 10! Cartman: Jesus! Mac
you need nigga we committed If it's standing in your way nigga split it split it And if it's real take it down with ya Verse 1 (mac) : I'm mac the
[C-Murder] Yeah, check this shit out. This is for all my real tank dogs My No Limit soldiers out there buying my shit Ya know, this is for you, you hear
Maeve the decider. "I once told her where she could find her dream". The Bull's owner is agreeable until Mac Roth and his party get very drunk and
can love you, like I doOooooo, Oooooo [Verse2: Mr. Capone-E] Zip, zip, zip, ridin' low, with the Hi Power Soldiers Criminal, Lil Dreamer, Malo Mac, Snaps
style Buck ass wild What ya say Billy Danze: Get ya man on the jack soldier Grip your mac soldier FIRST FAMILY We're back soldier And we have
