[DJ KLC] Yo Mia. I got
the firest beat and I want you and Mac to bust
off it. So who goin first? [Mia X] It
don't matter to me Boo. [DJ KLC] Well we
gone flip for it. Call it in the air. [Mia
X] Heads. [Mac] Tails [Mia X] Mac
you up first. [Mac] Say KL. Since I gotta
go first and shit I'ma kick this shit one more
time for the old fake ass niggas who thought I
lost it. Ya heard me? Check it
Verse One:
Mac
Street camo Cover my flesh I'm
one of the best in the contests They steppin
to Mac without a vest on they chest If all you
wanted was rest Then I'm your Nyquil
guy Your night time sniffin and
stuffiness I kill with one shot The murder
murder verses Quench lunatic's thirsts I
get pussy from nurses Comin from
churches The camouflage A-S-S A-S-S I-N I'm
deadlier with my pen Then niggas with the mac
10 But that was back then In 98 I'm
strapped Cuz I'm on the map Ain't afraid to
bust a cap And I get paid for bustin raps I
like them ghetto girls Y'all can have them
super models Cuz gangsta bitches got bodies
like Coke bottles I get the game from my nigga
V9 I get the beats off the 3-9 Them niggas
can't see mine I'm lyrically a therapist A
fuckin terrorist Boom Boom! I never
miss I'm on the next level
Chorus:
repeat 2X [Mia X and Mac]
Well I'ma flip
it like this And I'ma rip it like that And
I'ma rip it like that And I'ma flip it like
this
Verse Two: Mia X
When the
smoke clears I'ma still be here nigga Mic
in my hand Rowdy doin the rip the rapper
dance I set the lines behind the fallen emcees
that challenge me You cross my path You gets
flipped in my wrath The aftermath left bitches
quiet as fuck Like when the neighbors saw the
crim and the cops came up I rips it up from
the gut Like Jack the Shanka Man Chasin
hoes down with the knife in his hand The
better man's gone be Mama And you know this
nigga On the top or the bottom I'ma show
this nigga He's goin to sleep I'm too
deep The lady alligator Stick your seven
inches in the swamp And I'ma fade ya I made
you motherfuckers recognize the south For the
gumbo flava comin out my mouth About
drama Bout paper Bout settin it off Fuck
the verbal fantasies My shit is real
y'all.
Chorus: X4
Verse Three: Mac
and Mia X
[Mac] Pass me the mic And
let me dig into they chests Like AK bullets
through they proof vests In a shootin
fest I murder emcees like media Mac the
street encyclopedia Who wanna test
me? Bless me with somethin knottin Bitches
who start pussy poppin Rhyme I quote
em Nines I told em Like wallets I'm rock
solid And I like it when they suck and swallow
it I'm hardcore Fuck that slangin and
shit Cuz when I'm on the mic Niggas be
bangin and shit
[Mia] I love them buck
wild crowds Mama be center stage Throwin
lyrics at them niggas Like hand
grenades You can' take the projects out of a
bitch like me Six figures make me throw bigger
block parties Still warm my bed with a thug
nigga of course (fo sho) Still in the mix with
all them messy ass hoes Still bust a freestyle
with my camouflage son Off top, then leave the
studio with my gun cocked What?!
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