Mac - The Game Lyrics
What nigga drop that shitSoldier, say k-lThese fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yetIm bout to let these old ***** ass niggaz know I got a game in my veinVerse 1: macMurda murda I wrote it in braileUncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scaleThe homicide rapper, therell never be another afterThe macs rapture, I represent, thats what Im on the map forWho the ***** gonna ***** with the scandalous1-8-7 on these motha*****in amateurs of rapFeel the wrath of a nigga who bustMakin my clique the shit, *****es wanna discuss? platonic? , the lyrical killins dont got no motivesIn this, in my vein, aint no way I can control itWhen this inside of me is as deadly as them niggasYou know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the riverI enter the place, ski mask covered my faceIf they pass me the mic, Im gonna catch a caseIn this motha*****a ya heard of me? t-t and herb hit the spot?All the niggas I know is shell shockedChorus: macI got the game in my veinWont changeI got the game in my veinWont changeI got the game in my veinWont changeI got it, I got itVerse 2: macI was born in it and representedThe sinister words of murder was the sons of *****es who was wit itNever die, my motto, fatigue my sheetBig wise thats my nigga, psycho ward is my cliqueAffiliated with cash, got my foot on the gasTailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shootThem scriptures, paint the picturesWe believe was cops tryin to catch me like receiversScream my name, to all these *****es who be hard to tameMomma said its a shame, poppa gave me the gameExperience a soldier, my heart pumps battle fluidYou wanna go to war lets get to itMac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murderDeadly as the killer kyle in your hamburgerTill they bury me black, wrapped up in street camoI rock the microphone strapped off with street ammoChorus: macI got the game in my veinWont changeI got the game in my veinWont changeI got the game in my veinWont changeI got the game in my veinWont changeVerse 3: macIm the bad nigga from the bricksBlood on my kicksCamoflauged niggas never die, we drop hitsI spit the gospel, to all of my motha*****in apostlesMac as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrilsI minister, words of a motha*****in sinisterTransform into liu kang and finish yaNigga put me in the game ima show you my sportsWitness the street level on the b-ball court***** ima die wit it, cause its a part of my veinHear that word camoflauge when you hear my nameSo tell them niggas Im back affiliated, enemy lines are penetratedMy niggas wit meYou cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit meSpread me in every ghetto, every city, I get busyAnd buck, my name mac remember that, I drop rhymesNigga its mac as if you missed it the first time niggaWoah 7x
