The Alchemist, Conway The Machine - Mac 10 Wounds lyrics

That's Italian you want pump or auto?
It's nickel-plated, snub nosed
Otherwise the same as the service revolver
They're brand-new we just got them in
That'll stop anything that moves
Just touch the trigger
The beam comes on and you
Put the red dot where
You want the bullet to go you can't miss
That 38, it's a fine gun

Look, I got shot in the helmet
And I ain't feel a thing
Sold crack to my mama and
I ain't feel ashamed
You niggas talkin' like killers
But won't kill a thing
Might go to the nigga show
Just to steal his chain
I'll be the first one blammin' a shot
It's like in Juice when Raheem
Gave the hammer to 'Pac
Watch how I stand in the spot
Put the grams in the pot flip it twice
Might take my bitch to Atlanta to shop
Clips with 30 shots jammed in the Glocks
Bricks from the cartel
Naked ladies stamped in the blocks (Woo)
Ain't nothing 'bout me weak, nigga wig shot
I left that spitter in the weak nigga
(True story)
I'm just here to get the safe from you
If I don't get it then I'ma just take
The bone out your face from you
Them fuck niggas in the hood
They'll fake love you next thing you know
They in your bushes tryna wait for you
You got pussy in your heart, homie
I can't trust you (You pussy)
You lose a part on your body
When the K cut you (Woo)
I say "fuck you!" nigga
I might drop you from the
Top of your projects
They'll have to scrape up you
Big dutch and a dick suck what I wake up to
Fifth tuck when the shit buck
It'll break up you, uh
Griselda nigga, that's the set
Clap the TECs, savages crash and rest
Snatch the baby out the bassinet

Yo! I'ma try this one more time
We down up in here i want you to know-

Look, I don't fuck with a nigga
If we ain't been cool
I ain't got shit for a nigga
But Mac 10 wounds i spit the illest shit
I vision it before I even pen them sentences
I close my eyes and the pen move (yeah)
I see you niggas and your thin jewels
Don't make me show up to your
Show with like 10 goons
Light up the sour and inhale it twice
A little savage
Hit a nigga in his melon twice
Shot up the scene on his pedal bike
His trap hangin' 'round his neck
Using the strings from his yellow Nikes
Niggas went from sellin' weight
To mailing kites
I'm puttin' on so when they home
I can set 'em right (Free the homies)
Who you playing with, homie?
We ain't the same, you a lame
Get the fuck up outta my lane
(Pussy) , you know the name
You say you got guns, it ain't a thang
I will aim, I keep Macs around me like Wayne
Mothafucka

You get your bread from the shop and
Still be talking fucking E coli
I ain't playin', yo
Yo, you wanna get fucked up, yo?
Drive down to Arizona, get what I need
First off, work out outside, come back inside
Get you a little fever
Then take you down to Arizona
And hit my man Rico
He pullin' up on you with at
Least four to seven E coli's take those-
And then- go to the fucking weekend