I got stabbed in the back by a black ass dirty mack And if you didn't know it's like that I got a big fat gat for the dirty mack Yeah nigga, didn't
yourself Who's the Mack? Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack
, poppin their P's And flexin their G's I'd like to thank the Mack God for all the playa prophets that he sent Before me and 40 Water For the Mack I
the someone, Mack the Knife? From a tugboat, by the river A cement bag's drooppin' down Yeah, the cement's just for the weight, dear Bet you Mack, he
Lord we pray, give us this day Our daily bread Every week it costs the meek Another arm and leg Lord we pray, the american way, Cut us a break Who can
ghastly fire in Soho Seven children had a go In the crowd stands Mack the Knife But he isn't asked and he don't know In the crowd stands Mack The Knife
her slumbers Mackie how much did you charge? Yes, the child bride in her nightgown Whose assailants still at large Violated in her slumbers Mackie how much did you charge? Mackie
take 'em down, Mack } The King is what I mean I mean My man get a cup And put some change inside your hand { take 'em down, Mack } Now hold up Let's make
Jimmy Mack, Jimmy Oh, Jimmy Mack When are you comin' back? Oh, Jimmy Mack, Jimmy Oh, Jimmy Mack When are you comin' back? My arms are missin' you My lips
blue steel in chrome My niggas hop in and roam with khaki suits on And be real with it Holmes these rap dudes is clones Fuck around with Mack dime and
, she rather lick or click them balls She said, she don't wan' no dick at all She said, she rather lick or click them balls I smell that, Mack dime, Mack
to tha law is a hoe So you was all about tha rah rah shit back then But yo money ain't long and you know you can't win Your boy Mack a shot caller and
We got bitches on the left, niggas on the right Bitches wanna fuck, niggas wanna fight Do what you gotta do, nigga keep it tight But make 'em understand
All I do is think about fuckin' you Got me gone, pussy won't let me go home Trick and cash, just so I can hit that ass You're the one, want for you to
scared to kill I was beastin' before rap, I'm a street nia for real So check my resume and tell me what it say I'm the same Mack from the block known
Every time I get my hands on I try to make you dub with my chips wouldn't stack Than man, I wouldn't hustle I'm legal dog, I got the same Desert Eagle
i stay sharp yeah mack diamond so sharp thats me i mean you kno my money grown but i stay sharp i pull up lookin like new money still so crisp so fly