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powda puff - cj mac lyrics

(intro)
all you mark -ss tricks i never seen befo’
i been on the scene for years, y’all be saying
this n-gga is hard
that n-gga is hard
this n-gga, the fuuuck
this trick n-gga a traitor
b-tch -ss mother f-cker
c motherf-cking mac n-gga

(verse 1)
nowadays every puff-n-gga and his momma got a story
so every n-gga out straight ballin’
i used to shoot this and i used to blast that
you probably made 3 albums before you scene a strap, ya mark
lived your whole childhood straight on the run
never wore a pair of khakis till ya turned twenty one
but now you on your album cover sagging in fact
you got your mean face on posing with ya strap
talking bout the county but you never been there
said you was looting like a ball but you straight square
now how the f-ck do a square ball bounce?
you couldn’t tell a bird from an ounce, punk
most of you marks never had no hoes
till you start making videos, in some hustlers clothes
but it don’t mean nothing
when you can’t sail through your hood cause you straight fronting
c motherf-cking mac, if you don’t know me
b-tch, i bet your money that your big homies know me
nuts hang when i gets paid
i was doing jewelry store l1cks, when you was in the 6th grade

(hook x2)
i can’t stand no powda puff
get his -ss on the stage and then he`s straight tough
but put him on the streets and he`s a biiiitch
powda puff, ya powda puff

(verse 2)
i hate to bust your bubble mr. boss player (pop)
but you nothin but a puff with the fruit layer
i heard you’re shooting rhymes like an uzi
so why the f-ck the n-ggas out your hood call ya suzie?
n-gga, i got b-tches on my d-ck with the feds looking for me
robbing so much sh-t, they put the task force on me
causing mo’ static than a shirt
f-ck knocking boots, i send a bird to albuquerque
beeper overloading so i put the sky on it
1-800 come get ya grip
cause imma do the reals when the chips get low
f-ck running back to mommas house, when you get short
you motherf-cking mommas boy, with a deal
cuss all you want punk, you still ain’t the real
in 94′ you rolling in a ‘4 on daytons
in 84’ you purple rain and just impersonating
how long has it been since you wore your one glove?
singing billy jean, and i’m supposed to show ya love (shiiiit)
run up on a mac how figure?
there ain’t nothing worse than a b-tch made n-gga

(hook x2)

(verse 3)
four or five cowards and you swear you got a crew
whole crew running if a n-gga say boo (boo!)
cause you know, who the real and who the f-ck the hoe is
and now the khakis and locs on its all for the showbiz (yeaah!)
that’s why i never see you on the sh0r-
and never heard about you having run ins with the law
n-gga, how you figure you can come speak on a pimp state
gradually with ya paper with the p on
bookie number 5478 hook
the only rap sh-t you gots in your note book
i’m turning more corners than a ferris wheel
you wanna roll shot bring your fear, its real
stuck down n-ggas on the left and on the right of me
but you ain’t nothing but a punk don’t even lie to me
last time i seen you, i saw you with your crew
don’t know the scratch and watch your -ss, don’t know what the f-ck to do
in the middle of the centro
i been stuck down since i drove a pento so
run up on a mac, how figure?
there ain’t nothing worse than a b-tch made n-gga

(hook x2)

(outro)
this sh-t goes to 95% of you b-tch -ss n-ggas!
so -n-lyse and divide this sh-t equally amongst yourselves
and if the shoe fits, wear it motherf-cker!
you know who the f-ck i’m talking to trick
can’t give no shout outs to no rap n-ggas, f-ck all y’all!
ain’t n0body never did sh-t for me n-gga!
so g’s up and punk trick -ss n-ggas down, mark motherf-ckers!

- cj mac lyrics

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