Mac - Paradise Lyrics
Mac talking:Yeah I got these mother*****ing warlocks in this biatchSo you know its all about that world war 3 niggaYou feel me nigga hahaMy nigga samMy nigga popeyeShout out to my nigga bi-geezy you off in this *****Feel itChorus: (popeye)My future, my focus, paradiseCriminal slash pistol popper toat the badder diceAnd if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to surviveI keep the real mother*****ers aliveMy future, my focus, paradiseCriminal slash pistol popper toat the badder diceAnd if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to surviveI keep the real mother*****ers aliveVerse 1 (sam) :Intentions to leave a coarse, remourse is extinctNiggas murder and lust the course we own is mislinkThe pack we dont want it lead to unknownsLike understanding life and why we here and some goneIm mystified conspicuous eyes vision my gloryCamaflouge and wish we hiding side of the hallwaysThe narrow road has followed the battle hole of hollows I spitTo keep the real alive to have tommorowMurderer slash real nigga slash ghetto celebrityTo often have life and death we hope to never seeThe destiny of whats real is my fate to not hateConfusion keep unfolding that the migrates, my lordTech to my face, flinching is forbiddinMurder in self-defense, can you blame me for living?Keep the real alive, the fake get famous with deathKeep the real seen, ***** niggas are laid to restChorus: (popeye)My future, my focus, paradiseCriminal slash pistol popper toat the badder diceAnd if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to surviveI keep the real mother*****ers aliveMy future, my focus, paradiseCriminal slash pistol popper toat the badder diceAnd if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to surviveI keep the real mother*****ers aliveVerse 2: (popeye) :Faster between the streets I held onPromoted through pistols and either elsewhereSilent and helped to hold on for killer that said a self-prayerTo walk away beside the lord, siners repent so we divide the swordBehind the tents I mean be riding carsStanding off the roof of a killer, to murder made lifeFocused than any president living that carry shade iceThat live amongst the fallen few, to walk away the day they calling youAnd freeze the heat when they come crawling throughBreathing from the top of its lungs, tommorow it will shut downNiggas that held a piece of my heart they never let downWas yet to come before the lord,I thought my father supposed to show the card,These niggas camaflouge to blow the gaurdMaking me a part of the wind, suspend will now hellEverything operated in time to end when I failBeside the walls of badder shit, I run the streets and chose to stan and spitBehind the gate the hater grabbin pitChorus: (popeye)My future, my focus, paradiseCriminal slash pistol popper toat the badder diceAnd if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to surviveI keep the real mother*****ers aliveMy future, my focus, paradiseCriminal slash pistol popper toat the badder diceAnd if I got to be real and sank a clip below my hip to surviveI keep the real mother*****ers aliveVerse 3 (mac) :Now check itNow spill on my proverbs, I bless you, you bless the next niggasIts for the best niggas believe meThey say money is the root of all evilI say only when its in the clutch of the wrong people ya feel thatIf murder is the medicine for fools who refuse to abide by the rulesYou lose your cool then you lose your shoesTo every nigga in the struggle with big dreamsWe was born with the hustle in my genes, I know it seams like we forbiddinForced in ghetto living, poverty strickin eating popeye chicken and biscuitsWith alittle jelly for my lil belly,That I just cant fill cause moma belly make the billsAnd I know shits real, when we go to school just to eat mealsAnd for dinner we got sleep nigga, its deep niggaWith that you got that whole world against ya***** ass nigga have you forgoten God sent yaWhoaaaaaa
