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mc tree g - 10 mac 11's lyrics

[verse]
ten mac 11s, about eight .38s
ten 10s, yeah we stuff ’em sell ’em to fiends
that’s the hustle, show up at the party montcler
bubble, told ’em put their hands in the air
eight .38s, nine 9s, ten thousand in fives, twenty thousand in dimes
i’m a hustle
trying to get a hundred thousand a month, a hundred thousand to stunt
my n+ggas said a hundred thousand ain’t nothing [?]
real n+ggas invited, who the f+ck then let you in
and when we come together we stick together, the un
[?] say my bags the biggest well get your tool then
shorty riding ’round [?] he can shoot it
rather shoot out
my inner circle got the fool out
i am the sh+t but never threw out
n+ggas is sick they got the flu now
i can’t throw fits unless it’s two thou
but you, you’re mine for real
and i got what dude got but dude got a deal
and i ain’t like tupac but do pop for real
the city got eight .38s, nine 9s sitting outside
n+ggas ready to slide screaming f+ck you n+ggas
i said i got ten mac 11s send a n+gga to heaven on the seven
either that or the nine
nevermind
got a couple of n+ggas to shoot couple of n+ggas to loot
couple of n+ggas do whatever i tell ’em, f+cking cool
got a couple b+tches my boo, couple b+tches for you
couple b+tches bi, couple b+tches by bye baby
and i heard they shot up your cars you writing bars about it
i sent two n+ggas through in a coupe to fire at it
they say the c+cktail went to boomin’ and the fools piled out it
and you know [?] to keep that glizzy on autopilot
i’m a p+ssy [?] from the project bout it bout it
my first case i was twelve my last case i made through it
n+ggas don’t believe it though
manners ain’t been seen before
i was smoking beedees that’s on gd meaning gd4
and i ain’t talking beedee meaning bedie folks
i’m taling about the cigarette you ignorant
and n+ggas might get k!lled for it but
i got eight mac 11s
and if that sh+t jam grab the seven
you know that 35 n+gga fire
and if i had twelve .22s that sh+t gon’ have to do
we still gon’ shoot
it’s still f+ck you and then your crew

- mc tree g lyrics

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