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, ooh I hate anything organic
a hustler, baller, gangsta, cap peeler I stay strapped like your neighborhood trap dealer I got rifles that blow ya below ya bible belt And Mac-11's
t try me cause I am HOT! Police cars with they sirens combined when I'm rhymin Sayin they got a call that somebody 'round here done fired SHOTS! Mac-11
Start spazzin then I blackout, I'm grabbin my Mac Clap at the dragon, the beast, that paddin my streets It's organized in the hood where we gaggin police
to squeeze .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'
, blood dripped down the glass I see bodies lay twisted and mangled on grass I ran into thy main room and Shaggy was dead So was Nate the Mac, Jumpsteady
window, blood dripped down thy glass, I see bodies lay twisted and mangled on grass, I ran into thy main room and Shaggy was dead, so was Nate the Mac
n. Trunk sound'n like , King Kong and Godzilla, back there thump'n. All we do is drink, and get high and petal and push! Organic weed, mystery weed, just
the back with the Mac, son was tote up Quick to snatch ya wiz, we sport Polo lenses Logo organic, herbal fresh, hypoallergenic You get stabbed by
why the D's and the prisents know me They know about my rap shit, they know how I'll clap you Run like I'm in a track meet, swift with the Mac B Can
made moves And I'm seein' all these pussy-ass niggas tryin' ta be hard Why ya fuckin' with mines? I ain't fuckin' with y'all Tha people runnin' your organization
of hate and can't wait For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel Twenty-four seven, Mac 11 is my people
I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams My coke organization still infestin' the land No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas
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
little buddy im a don been around the world twice 3rd time is a charm silverman car silverman arm wit a tech or a mac to blow a man back im used to
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
Infamous will forever be a classic to me ODBs soul has just entered the buildin Puffy is good but Wu Tang is for the children Scarface ya mind playin tricks just illusions Pharoah Monch out to Organize
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
