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steezin' on 'em - mac mall lyrics

[intro: mac mall]
macn
comin’ through cutthroat crazy, you feel me?
(“you know my st–z”)

[verse 1: mac mall]
i got astrophysic pimp sh-t, that gifted authentic misfit
trip like lifted, crack helmets, some cutthroats get rich
the crestside i’m committed and all my biscuits got extendeds
if i’m within it, we split, with the quickness
leave no witness, out in boonies diggin’ ditches
in bay waters, sleep with fishes, knock your t–th out with some wrenches
won’t be id‘d by no dentist, your own mama won’t know who you be
i murder mac from triple-c, h-ll, i have been 707, crestside cutthroat cuddie, yee
yee ‘til all my cuts free
‘til we ain’t gettin’ on them triggers, puttin’ f-ck n-ggas to sleep
‘til them b-tches pop that p-ssy for a real n-gga like me
on my level, don’t trip, m-th-f-cka, i’m kool keith
on my level, don’t trip, m-th-f-cka, i’m kool keith
follow me now, f-ck around and you’ll be layin’ six feet deep
man, straight mobbin’ with the heat
and you n-ggas know my st–z

[chorus]
i stay st–zin’ on ‘em
st–zin’ on ‘em
st–zin’ on ‘em
and if it’s ‘bout the cash, then i’mma seize the moment
now that’s st–zin’ on ‘em
st–zin’ on ‘em
st–zin’ on ‘em
and if it’s ‘bout the cash, then i’mma seize the moment
now that’s st–zin’ on ‘em

[verse 2: ray luv]
the sl!cker the talk on pimpers to poles
the quicker she get off the liquor and bowl
the quicker she kick off her shoes and the clothes
and that’s how we turn ‘em like zeniths and vogues
b-tch, you gon’ learn what it meant when you chose
trick, i’m a permanent pimp in a zone
bet i’m gon’ earn me a bill ‘fore i’m gone
nothin’ concern me, i’m permanently on
thoroughly gone, k!llin’ for riches like sierra leone (thoroughly gone)
thoroughly gone, leave ‘em in ditches, they buried with chrome
me and my n-ggas is all that we listen to, all that we on
we fought for them figures and that’s why triggers be callin’ you home
picture a n-gga who live what he spit when he come from the turf
f-ck all these snakes, i’m a mongoose, i’m on you, i come from the dirt
all of these b-tches is liars, most of these n-ggas is too
none of you n-ggas is riders, none of you b-tches is true
ray ain’t no front, i check ‘em for breakfast, i break ‘em for brunch, make ‘em pay for

a lunch
a winner for dinner, i do what i say and i say what i want
the 7-o-savage, don’t get it, we got it, i can’t even front
i rap ‘til i die, i only take one ‘til the end of the blunt

- mac mall lyrics

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