featuring Fiend Mac
[Fiend]
We about to make it plain to see
ya'll don't want to fuck around with we
capital F.I.E.N.D.
the camouflage with the M.A.C.
give me my heater and sneakers
a little pita with a henne 3 litre
weed no seedas
I'm a show that momma ain't raise no cleta
I done killed my own before
40's and chrome fo fo
showin I'm gone past go
comin' back I told ya so
I travel with tramps
my voice blow amps (cool)
survived soldier camp left enemies damp (oooh)
me kill and define, blind rhyme outshine me
gotta jump in the cracks of concrete to find me
[Mac]
now all you gotta say is murder murder (murder, murder, murder)
and I appear like a deadly ghost with a Mac-11 toast
strapped to that NO LIMIT soldier gear
look in my eyes and tell me you wanna take me out
if you can't, there's nothing for us to talk about
I'm deadly as niggas gettin strippers at club whispers
thug niggas come to that door like (huh, who, nigga what) Jehova witness
bitches I like em ghetto cause I'm a G
the M.A.C., man he get busy and he be
chorus
[Fiend]
capital F.I.E.N.D.
pronounced that's Fiend
who wanna gat these lyrical rhymes to the mouth like Leroy Green
Who's the master, sho nuff
it's the one they call shotty
murder MC's for cheese in the hotel lobby
damn fucked up my hobby
better ask somebody
I'm the dope get the baking soda and ya'll might just rock me
go niggas like kawasakis
all your best bitches jock me
and niggas keep my cd like a bottle of semiyaki
[Mac]
it is
