Yo. this a song we did, after a few revisements, we gonna go in the studio and lay it down, holla at a native tell me what u think...
Mac D:
Damn, thru all the self made drama,
When my mom was an alcoholic it was like hell made momma,
Where the fuck is Osama? Probably smoking crack wit my unc,
Better get back b4 you end up in my trunk,
Once I was trapped, it was like a bad remix by that one fool trapp,
Once I had a dream, but the game got me messed up, holdin’ gats,
You see the attitude, wrapped up in bad ass tattoos,
I gotta mac too, I got a 88 eldorado wrapped in Cadillac blue,
Waycide I got your back too,
Cuz you know how macs do, I’m relentless and dirty,
My lyrics be senseless and murky,
My words be leaving lyrical gods un-worthy,
They here to serve me, cuz my soul purpose,
Is to drop bombs N’ leave mics out of service,
I’m so worthless like bishop pumped up on juice,
I’m so evil wit the flow, Me N’ god still waiting to call a truce…
Hook
WayCide
Cuz I won’t But I will,
Put a savage on wit a deal,
Hold you in my hands for the feel,
I want you so bad cuz you’re real,
Mac D
Cuz I won’t But I will,
Put a glock in my hand 4 the kill,
Put you by my side for the feel,
I know you down 2 ride cuz you real,
Coop Loc:
Damn, I been spittin’ back in the face of society,
A lyrical killa of another variety,
Fuck sobriety, I drink till I’m drunk,
One of these days I’m a come out of black out wit a body in the trunk,
Jump up get beat down if you wanna get crunk,
Nuttin’ but the funk, nuttin’ but the rhythm,
Come out the bout wit some black eyed peas if you wanna fuck wit my playerism,
I spit um’ back, on track wit a flow,
I grab the mic N’ rock this like Ben Wallace wit his fro,
Ain’t no turnovers, just assists,
You can find me in VIP getting blitzed,
2 legit 2 quit when I drop the hammer,
So I’m a walk off like a pimp just like David Banner,
I ain’t a rappers rapper and I ain’t a hip hop head,
This the real shit, I ain’t no G-Unit fed,
Bred from pac, biggie, L and Eazy,
This real talk, so watch how you treat me…
Hook
WayCide
Cuz I won’t But I will,
Put a savage on wit a deal,
Hold you in my hands for the feel,
I want you so bad cuz you’re real,
Mac D
Cuz I won’t But I will,
Put a glock in my hand 4 the kill,
Put you by my side for the feel,
I know you down 2 ride cuz you real,
WayCide:
Damn, I was used to big ballin’, use to hearin’ the honeys callin’,
The moneys callin’, had to go str8 cuz of an IRS tax audit,
I don’t want it, the lifestyle and fame,
But I hate being broke, I can’t smile wide wit pain,
Ordained in blood, baptized in liquor,
More pain wit love, the stains are thicker,
I let my bic flicker in the breeze of night,
I hear the devil coming N then they wonder why I don’t sleep so tight,
I don’t feel so right on the wrong side of the tracks
I gotta put the good shit on to keep the haters off my back,
I keep sippin’ cognac even though I can’t handle the proof,
After a fifth to myself I’m about to fall off the stool,
All lost in school, don’t even know my own locker combination,
Smokin’ Big L’s too, a deadly combination,
I need medication so I’ll call the screws,
Think this 4 you, then holla CREWWWWW…..
Mac D:
Damn, thru all the self made drama,
When my mom was an alcoholic it was like hell made momma,
Where the fuck is Osama? Probably smoking crack wit my unc,
Better get back b4 you end up in my trunk,
Once I was trapped, it was like a bad remix by that one fool trapp,
Once I had a dream, but the game got me messed up, holdin’ gats,
You see the attitude, wrapped up in bad ass tattoos,
I gotta mac too, I got a 88 eldorado wrapped in Cadillac blue,
Waycide I got your back too,
Cuz you know how macs do, I’m relentless and dirty,
My lyrics be senseless and murky,
My words be leaving lyrical gods un-worthy,
They here to serve me, cuz my soul purpose,
Is to drop bombs N’ leave mics out of service,
I’m so worthless like bishop pumped up on juice,
I’m so evil wit the flow, Me N’ god still waiting to call a truce…
Hook
WayCide
Cuz I won’t But I will,
Put a savage on wit a deal,
Hold you in my hands for the feel,
I want you so bad cuz you’re real,
Mac D
Cuz I won’t But I will,
Put a glock in my hand 4 the kill,
Put you by my side for the feel,
I know you down 2 ride cuz you real,
Coop Loc:
Damn, I been spittin’ back in the face of society,
A lyrical killa of another variety,
Fuck sobriety, I drink till I’m drunk,
One of these days I’m a come out of black out wit a body in the trunk,
Jump up get beat down if you wanna get crunk,
Nuttin’ but the funk, nuttin’ but the rhythm,
Come out the bout wit some black eyed peas if you wanna fuck wit my playerism,
I spit um’ back, on track wit a flow,
I grab the mic N’ rock this like Ben Wallace wit his fro,
Ain’t no turnovers, just assists,
You can find me in VIP getting blitzed,
2 legit 2 quit when I drop the hammer,
So I’m a walk off like a pimp just like David Banner,
I ain’t a rappers rapper and I ain’t a hip hop head,
This the real shit, I ain’t no G-Unit fed,
Bred from pac, biggie, L and Eazy,
This real talk, so watch how you treat me…
Hook
WayCide
Cuz I won’t But I will,
Put a savage on wit a deal,
Hold you in my hands for the feel,
I want you so bad cuz you’re real,
Mac D
Cuz I won’t But I will,
Put a glock in my hand 4 the kill,
Put you by my side for the feel,
I know you down 2 ride cuz you real,
WayCide:
Damn, I was used to big ballin’, use to hearin’ the honeys callin’,
The moneys callin’, had to go str8 cuz of an IRS tax audit,
I don’t want it, the lifestyle and fame,
But I hate being broke, I can’t smile wide wit pain,
Ordained in blood, baptized in liquor,
More pain wit love, the stains are thicker,
I let my bic flicker in the breeze of night,
I hear the devil coming N then they wonder why I don’t sleep so tight,
I don’t feel so right on the wrong side of the tracks
I gotta put the good shit on to keep the haters off my back,
I keep sippin’ cognac even though I can’t handle the proof,
After a fifth to myself I’m about to fall off the stool,
All lost in school, don’t even know my own locker combination,
Smokin’ Big L’s too, a deadly combination,
I need medication so I’ll call the screws,
Think this 4 you, then holla CREWWWWW…..