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Shady Times
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Mac Dre
Featuring(s) : Web
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[Web] What's happenin'? Some of that old gangsta, leave a nigga in a ditch type shit, you know? Yeah We playas but we gangstas, too, nigga Mac Dre and Young Web finna put it down in a real way Check it out [Web] Have a seat, grab a blunt, relax your back I'mma about to kick some facts to make you feel that you've been jacked I attack, at any cost, without no means Packin' AP-9's, AK's with infrared beams It seems some kids up in this game need to be taught a lesson Nigga, one suggestion: let's call together a funk session ‘Cause when I bust, I bring major pain Keith Sweat would wanna cross out in my type of rain Nigga, my lyrics is something make the others spread the reputation I'm bustin' with a sensation that'll leave you in devastation Fry like bacon This money I'm takin' to fill my pockets Fools be tryin' to stop but I be blowin' up like rockets Your arm sockets, legs and waist stay left The only thing this nigga about to meet now is his death The point I'm makin' potna is don't test me ‘cause I'm packin' a .380 Muthaf*cka when times are shady [Mac Dre] Yeah, Young Web, niggas ain't knowin' It can get real funky around here, you know? So goddamn drastic after I hit a nigga with the plastic, right? Nigga, I hung that fool off the Carquinez while that gun fell off me and I'm sideways Yeah, straight gangsta shit, nigga [Mac Dre] I'm a skrilla getta, that'll kill a nigga about grits And I'm quick to trip and slip on my mitts And put hands on a snake if I peep some scandal Beat niggas up just like Frankie Randall If I can't handle, that ass from the shoulders That's when I dash and get the pistola You didn't know a playa had G shit in him? Well, send a nigga at me, I'll put three clips in him So goddamn fast and won't leave one clue And be cryin' at the funeral just like you I thought you knew, fool, when it comes to this Gangsta type shit, niggas run from this I got stripes, stars, bars and medals For puttin' in work doin' dirt in the ghetto I'm an O.G. and a H-O-G A muthaf*ckin' hog and they don't wanna see My vicious tactics ‘cause shit gets drastic Leave ‘em bleedin' and blasted, ready for a casket I'm real with it, and love to ill with it You trippin' off Mac Dre? Then potna let's deal with it The 707 North Bay soldier I thought you knew? I know somebody told ya [Web] Yeah, I know somebody told yo' punk ass Never no Cutt will lie when the drama flies Just gon' be homicides ‘cause we makin' some mamas cry, you know? So go get your black dress, bitch, yeah Because we flowamatic when countin' C-notes, sucka Gettin' skrilla [Web] These muthaf*ckas best'a recognize that I be packin' the ammo Like Commando, then I'll light yo' ass like a candle But I'm Rambo, up on a mission up in the jungle To knock down a couple of stables and get ‘em for they bundle I made ‘em crumble, from the parts that I pack Bustin' with M-16, Calicoes and Macs Automatic gats, that's what I use to kill all gangs They send in Web ‘cause he's trained, when I'm let loose, I'm insane There's blood stains, ‘cause I was blowin' up shit from the start I takes my steps, was smellin' death and lookin' at body parts Does this sparks But I'm the only nigga that lasts Puttin' body parts up in caskets and burn ‘em all down to ash Stupid ass bastards What you tried to do was unforgettable Your gun's quiz was death and it wasn't even that damn difficult Nigga, tryna send your damn lady Web and Dre be packin' .380s when times are shady [Web] Yeah, when times are shady it goes down I got my pen foul, the crowd's runnin' wild ‘cause the guns *pow* It's the AP with the 50-clip and these fools can't get with me Young Web causin' fatalities, nigga, when it gets drippy Shitty committee, sucka [Mac Dre] My style is foul, I break laws, never legal Glued to the track strapped with my Desert Eagle Servin' them suckas, a muthaf*cka start drama I might let him live but bust a cap in his mama Yeah I'm a playa, playa, but playas play with bitches When it come to them trick snitches my trigger finger itches Ready to peel a cap off a punk ass, drunk ass Nigga startin' static, take his life and his punk ass Dre is a killa, drug dealer, ex-convict Suckas say I'm sick, some drop dimes quick ‘Cause I'm an ill nigga and ill niggas kill niggas Who alert the 5-0 and the money gettin' real, nigga Takin' out cousins, even steppin' to nieces Send ‘em to the grave now they restin' in pieces I'm 5150, a stone cold J-cat Jackin' muthaf*ckas so my pockets they stay fat Rappin' ain't shit but a slow grind, so I'm Hittin' licks quick gettin' rich in no time Ask about my work and they say ‘He gets green Runnin' up in shit with his AR-15' The Mac named Dre is a big fool, sick fool And if you ain't down then suck my dick, fool I don't give a f*ck about a nigga or bitch too I run with a big crew, and yeah, they sick too [Web] Ha ha ha ha, yeah Y'all put that down Let them suckas know how it go in that big Bay Area Pimps, playas, rhyme-sayers, gangstas and big bankstas Suckas, stay back, ‘cause you know we stay strapped Yeah, this is Young Web comin' at that ass for the 9-muthaf*ckin-6 This is for all the muthaf*ckin' Crestsiders, the real riders To my muthaf*ckin' cuddie Young Nico [D-Con] That's right, that Rompalation, this D-Con, fool And that shit is hoodrat party for your mind, nigga Yeah, can't f*ck with this…or get enough of this 1996 punk bitch Mac muthaf*ckin' Dre is back through here, tearin' shit up Lettin' them suckas have it f*ckin' aliens
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