MJG, 8Ball - Black Mac is Back lyrics

Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ain't nothin' but the best (Ha, ha)
Ain't nothin' but the biggest
Shit goin' on nigga
Hell yeah, nigga, nothin' but that stay true
Playa shit baby, we gotta keep it real
Ya know what I'm saying
Go on with your shit G (O oh)
MJG is in your shit
Ain't no use in talkin that ill shit
Yeah, listen to this man he the real shit
It's so real
MJG, soak that shit up nigga (O oh)

Big space-age pimpin' I'm schoolin'
And teachin' bitches these hoes on they toes
Suppose to bring riches
To a nigga like me, MJ fuckin' G
Get down on your knees, advance to suck a D
(O oh) take ya draws off baby
I'm comin' to knock it off


That is if ya dyke ass
Friend don't block it off
It's the big dick bandit
Larger than real life
You fuckin' one of my hoes
I'm fuckin' ya real wife (O oh)
Feels nice, to hold that ass just like Africa
Something like the motherland
I'm goin' back to her
Top notch school for hoes who boost clothes
Rob niggas throws or killers that kick doors
(O oh) or the property
Of any imposter who think he stoppin' me
Eleven million volts of hatin'
That ain't shockin' me
Nothin' like a quality bitch to break tricks
Control by a pimp ass nigga who take shit
(O oh) i'm reliable
Hoes close ya mouth and don't speak
I'll work you non-stop in the
Streets for twelve weeks here's the plan
Find me a woman with lots of class
Who knows how to carry herself
With lots of ass (O oh)

The black mac is back
(He's comin' with twenty hoes)
Cars and condos (Down with ten toes)
Braids and afros (Fades and perm rolls)

The black mac is back
(Prepare to come strong)
Keepin' it goin' on (Up in his home zone)
Bitches be gettin' boned
(Tricks be needing loans)

Now who be the nigga with
The six pack of hoes
Doing anything for a little
Something up they nose, clothes
Ridin' clean on Vogues, drinkin Mo's
In the presidential suite
Givin' private shows (O oh)
Mississippi, Chi Town, New York, to LA
Freaky hoes love kissin' on my big bel lay
Every summer in a Hummer
Flippin' Texas beaches
Seventy-eighter to Decatur tryin' to
Pick me some peaches (O oh)
Shake hoes in diguise, show me some love
Ugly hoes turn to models when
They walk in the club high paid
Non-educated bitch with an attitude
Butt motherfucking naked talkin' bout
I'm actin' rude (O oh) i be the nigga in the
Corner with the Hennessey
Did like that "Men In
Black" stick erasing memory
Con I pop, tryin' to increase the flock
Workin' hard to do better so
The cheddar won't stop
This for bout the king-sized beds and rides
Gettin' live up in dies kickin'
Shit with my guys
Over time I done made profit slangin' pussy
Tell the world the black fat mac is back baby
(O oh)

As the cash keeps comin'
I'm keepin' the bitches fed
Room with the bed
Some shelter over they head
If you scared ho let it be known before long
Tuck ya tail into ya ass go on, on (O oh)
Weak coward, ya false as game is goin' sour
Came back empty
From workin' for twelve hours
Don't nothin' but the bitches
Move as I improve
Fuck what society say, I make the rules
(O oh) i'm too cool to be a busta
Must a nigga try me you shot thirty times
The bullets went right by me
Ya better run this my town, it's goin' down
Don't forget ya gun
Hundreds of killers I be around (O oh)
Oh wait, wanna jump up
Itchin' to pop the trunk up
Reaching to pull the pump up
Hittin' whoever run up
Gun up a whole crew of the
Troop who was on attack
Prepare to smoke a sack
The black mac is back (O oh)