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Beanie Sigel – Mac And Brad Lyrics

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Featuring Scarface

Beanie, whats up, baby?
Whats happening?
Face
Sigel, what bout to get off, baby?
We fittin to get off
Aiyo, what we goin to do on this shit man?
Lets wreck this motherfcker, baby, whats happenin?

What you want to do nigga?
I, I wanna, I wanna smash it
Smash
Back and forth, back and forth
Lets do it, what you wanna hear?
I wanna hear some of that ol that, ol dear diary
Dear diary
Mr, Mr. Scarface, some of that old shit, you ready?
Yeah, Im ready

I locks and load, cock and spray
Hit you niggas from a block away
SK to the Stock away
Cause I know how to hold that shit
Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit

Give em the full clip, these niggas is bullshit
Been talkin big six but scared as fck when I pulled it
Now eat this motherfckin bullet
These niggas got some pssy in em
See I got them pissin in they denim

Man you fckin with a stash raper, duct taper
fck you police and fck neighbors
Move to smooth, dont duck or try to shake us
2 P 8 9 ruge, so dont tuck paper

You heard what the man said? Bitch now un ask it
I got to have it
When hitin licks Im a savage, you hoes is plastic
I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass
Slowin me down gets you blasted

For your chunk, Ill trunk your folks
It aint shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work
Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit
Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do

You must of thought that we was friendly
When we told you we was rappers, we Jackers
We want the money, thats what we after
We want the package under the god damn mattress
And if the brain splatters, dont matter, thats what we practice

Blast the rocket, knock off your leg
Tear through your forearm
Sit you in a chair, make your niggas call you short arm
Pelets in your hand, youll never put shorts on
Aint shit fair when you got to get your war on

So why dont you come out and play?
Make my mother fckin day
Yall niggas cotton, potatoes like augrotten
We niggas plottin to hit your stash and leave you rotten

I done bust slugs from all types of shit
I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit
And I show you, dog, how your life can get
And every thing all real fck what you might can get

Cause nothin needs to be said something needs to be done
B give me a cigarette, I think I need one
Cause in bout 15 seconds Im a set the motherfckin alarm off
And shoot this motherfckers arm off

You niggas better smartin up
Act like Mac wont come through and spark shit up
Where the fck you get heart from?
Little bitch ass nigga started commin out the fckin dark from

I done told you, Im the only nigga pushin weight
And for another nigga to try to take my place is in the wake
Its time I retaliate
Ill make you mother fckers pay
Now point me to the motherfckin, yay

You lookin at a sick bastard
This stick up shit, I got it mastered
Glove and ski mask it, any body move a lick gettin blasted
When Im in the crib for your shit and a thick plastic

I got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason
You can stop screamin, stop squermin or stop breathin
Cause I didnt come here to stay or play your babysitter
I came here to split your mother fckin wig, nigga

If your block gettin money nigga, I want in
Run it in before I run in
Your spot 200 glocks and 100 men
Droppin More shells than run and em

Actin bad, smash a nigga stash and mash
Snatch the bag, bust him in his ass and dash
Un cock the mag
Kill him I dont need no mask
We Identify each other nigga Mac and Brad

Who you know but Mac and Brad?
Come through all black, no mask and crash your pad
8 clips, 4 hammers, desert eagle the place
Nobody but Sigel and Face, you feel that?

Yeah nigga thats what Im talkin about I know you not tired
Im through, Im tired and Im out this motherfcker

Yo, I spit so real so my boys can eat
You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on beats
Little suburb nigga never saw the streets
Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed your heat

I keep it the truth, whats all the fakin for?
God damn, every week I got to break a jaw
And you wonder why I smack up niggas?
Shit, its either that or Macs gonna clap up niggas

What yall want me to do hun? Soften up?
So my raps can start to soften up?
Shit never that, dog, forever my baretta cat
Hittin niggas in they fitted cap where the letters at

I told yall that the truth in here
Recognize hottest thing in a booth in here
The Gooch in here, aiyo, its over in here
God damn, somebody bring me some juice in here

I used to be a drug dealer
Hangin in the cut sellin dime rocks
Gettin cash to eat with
Punchin a time clock

In the ghetto makin small change
Slingin till the sun up
Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the come up

Got 6 shots numbers strait
Crank bout 38
Big boys trippin on me tryin to nigga hate

This 17 year old Tony Montana type
Aint never did the killin but still Im lovin the drama right
Under covers pass by thinkin I dont know the truth
Makin niggas these offers they know these niggas cant refuse

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