a shot back Yours is on a joint, mine's whistlin by your top hat Yeah I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open the mac's mouth and black out like
I given up Maybe I been lying to myself maybe I give a f-ck. [Chorus] It's enough to make you black out, pull a mac out Aim it at the sky while I'm running
got left So try to comprehend where we coming from Life as an Outlaw Ain't meant for everyone So here we come Recognize how we organize Strategize now
Perfect my thoughts flowing on these reals Make my enemies deal with my steel They caps peel, we still cool , but you played yourself Give 'em the mac
petty niggas Lemon squeezing mc's with platinum triggers I'm deadly like storms in arizona I make my living on corners, by turning niggas into organ doners
at the brittles You Ain't A Killer for the Terror Squadron You feel the fear of God when I steal your car and flatten your beer garden I'll pierce an organ
Revolution rock, it is a brand new rock A bad, bad rock, this here revolution rock Careful how you move, Mac, you dig me in me back An' I'm so pilled
've given up Maybe I been lying to myself maybe I give a fuck. [Chorus:] It's enough to make you black out, pull a mac out Aim it at the sky while I'
back Your's is on a joint Mine's whistling by your top hat Ya I'm cool but you violate and I'll cock back Open the mac's mouth and black out like I do
.22's in my Reebok shoes Payin dudes, while kids was on their one's and two's Now I'm much older, colder, fuck a holster Got the Mac .11's swingin from
dead I'll be mellow when I'm dead I can't stand the smell of incense I don't really like to jog No Joni Mitchell 8-tracks in my car (oooh) I hate anything organic
Pitiful you didn't listen, now we're spiritual blessin Viewer discretion advised, sabotage satellites Splatter guys, get ya food ate like I'm Big Mac
kind of lame with a cane Kind of Nigga lame in the brain, that's why I'm changing the game Gang Bangin' was in eighty-nine, Now we on some organized crime
pay style Crooked'll assassinate your character This man will straight embarrass ya Then when I'm sick of your aryan ass Pull out the mac and evacuate
n Trunk sound'n like Godzilla, and King Kong, back there thump'n All we do is wic, and get high and petal and push! Organic weed, mysterey weed, just
remarshalled, be better off being suicidal and four fitten look it how's your horseman but not they final organs, snitches are foe and when they see me
t be saved. I'm buckin', my nigga reinforcements comin' fast. Gave Rip the MAC-10, so we let them gun-gun blast on they ass. We rippin' chests' through vests, MAC