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macadelic - 2 litre lyrics

[chorus]
another pack just came in through the mail
i got n+ggas still waiting to bail
taking risk through a needle, your time gone
if i hop in that car then your mind gone
sippin’ red+red she know what my styrofoam
we just put all this pain in two litres
we gon’ hop out and dutty the ninas
bad lil’ mama, she holding the heaters
all them nights taking risk we was rinsing a pack
if i step on your block got that switch on the back
them hittas walk down, leave your brain on your lap
if sh+t gon’ get sticky then who got your back?
if sh+t get real, can’t show no love so we ride with the steel
cartier buss’ i see red, we riding around we still chasing the dead
we taking ’em risks we still duckin’ the feds, uh
[verse]
yeah, we still duckin’ the feds
when i grab my glock i put one in the head
new opp in the air, crodie pass me the meds
the streets getting hot better watch where you step
i’m just tryna get a hunnid m’s on the drops
bag on your head then we taking a top
rental filled up with glock’s and mops
my [?] and i swear it won’t stop
there’s some that say that the life that we living is got
but if you ask me i say that it’s not
what you gon’ do when nothing’s in your pot
what you gon’ do when the block’s getting hot?
nah, if they hit your mans you better ride
count anytime i suit up bet i lace ’em down
stuffing rubber bands with the red and the brown
we still jugg and finesse
hit it once, i left shawty obsessed
then she line you up then we making a mess
hunnid days, hunnid nights we would jugg out the rental
we just tryna get up out the ghetto
no lack at the light, quick to make a scene yellow
pop up at his porch, he was shook like some jell+o
beam on the glock, it’s right at your top
i wave him goodbye, i ain’t waving h+llo
[chorus]
another pack just came in through the mail
i got n+ggas still waiting to bail
taking risk through a needle, your time gone
if i hop in that car then your mind gone
sippin’ red+red she know what my styrofoam
we just put all this pain in two litres
we gon’ hop out and dutty the ninas
bad lil’ mama, she holding the heaters
all them nights taking risk we was rinsing a pack
if i step on your block got that switch on the back
them hittas walk down, leave your brain on your lap
if sh+t gon’ get sticky then who got your back?
if sh+t get real, can’t show no love so we ride with the steel
cartier buss’ i see red, we riding around we still chasing the dead
we taking ’em risks we still duckin’ the feds, uh

- macadelic lyrics

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