M.C. Mack, Crunchy Black, Project Pat - EZ Come, EZ Go lyrics

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool

Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a, point me a, point me a
Point me a

A lotta niggas talk that shit and
End up gettin' they wigs split it's MC Mack
A nigga known for
Smackin' jackin' crackerjacks
Busta ass nigga
Run yo mouth and get yo' ass blown off
Watch me put my ski mask on
Cock my gat back trick, now drop it off
Lames get buried quick and tricks that try
To test they nuts get stuffed and
Zipped up in a body bag to let
You know yo' ass been had
Flodgin' weak ass niggas looking
Throwing up the wrong sign
I'm staring at 'em like they J-Ko
Bitch you ain't no friend of mine
Shoot a stupid sucka in a minute, don't
You give a fuck about another nigga
If he's bigger you should cap his ass
Nigga like the Mac'll smack a nigga like
A nigga smack a bitch, you cluckaz
Stain them bustas
Smacking, crack a niggas dome with
The handle of my chrome
So now you wishing you didn't run
Your licka nigga lane we popping
Gon' see once again I got to show
These lemons who they dealing with
Don't play me weak or soft 'cause all
My niggas keep a fucking yalk
Classify this lemon pillars, let's
Make a stain, shoot that thang
Like Crunchy said you stupid hoes
"EZ come and EZ go", bitch

Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a, point me a, point me a
Point me a

I'm hangin' in North Memphis with my
Niggas that be snortin' that P
Got a MAC-10 on the side of my
Hip, for a lemon lame side
Bust a runnin' lip
Smoked out on that ganja weed while
Sittin' back sippin' on Hennessey
I'm higher than three birds and
A kite I'm thinkin', blinkin', also creepin'
I grab my yalk and load that bitch and
See what snitch gon' start some shit
Jump like you got ana
Close yo' eyes while the make a wish
Got Teflon in yo lungs and now
You gaspin' for yo' last breath
Young nigga tryna out run some
Hollow tips, well trick
You done took yo' last step
See busta niggas run they mouth but
Eventually get they cranium cracked
By MC mack, we rob and
Stain and stick 'em up, hoe what you got?
My nine don't have no feelings as
I'm dishin' out those hollow thangs
Triple 6, Gimisum Family
Killa Klan and snitches cannot manage
Scopin', poppin', droppin', busta trick
We rob you for yo' weed
And blew the smoke off in yo face, now bitch
You shouldn't have shit to say
Run your pussy licker nigga
Mack will always keep a tone
For a sucka, clucka, busta
Motherfucka: chrome thing to yo' dome

Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a, point me a, point me a
Point me a