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What, yeah, yeah
Black John McClane
Harold the Menace and the Waterproof
With my nigga Bud'da, on the track
Golden State Warriors
Eatin' every rapper on the plate
Huh, feel me

I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh
On section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens
Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to Heaven
Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin

Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano
Get to clownin' y'all punk bitches 'cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald
I make Mac make money and mack murder wack rappers
My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha

When I get at cha, the situation tenses
Fatality before you ever reach your senses
Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences
Like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess

If you lookin' for sympathy, you better look between R and T
In the fucking dictionary see the object of the game is to win
Stack some ends, sippin' Henn'
Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin

Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly
Will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop

Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly
Will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop

The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics
A doctor, with a lot of patience and perseverance
Flows like an ocean liner that sails like a clearance
I'm bilingual fly like a flamingo, I'm a pitcha

Everything I freak I eat like Al Pacino
You don't like me baby
You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy
Now you in my properties but you have to pay my equity

For the lowest point in my character
I'll reach the highest place in the house when I rock
Like the Quaran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like billion cube
Been this way since I was fourteen

And like this I been runnin' shit without the use of Sports creme
Rippin' up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay
I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip
Never write rhymes with slim fingertips

Each syllable you choose to use
Is light as a flower
Keep tryin' to go gold
But all you're gettin' is a golden shower

Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly
Will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop

Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly
Will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop

Look, now if it wasn't for the West
These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest
Keep bustin' about where you rest
And what you own and what you drive
So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised

Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don't kill us
I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion
We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue
Put you on the spot to put you on the menu

Fricasseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot
Xzibit livin' life, like a bull inside a china shop
Strippin' everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop
Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nathin'

Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you
To the parkin' lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got
Picture yourself crushin' Xzibit with your tough talk
That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk

Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly
Will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop

Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it
Golden State, number one with a bullet
It's three card molly
Will they ever stop?
Probably not
Pull your spine through your mouth
And watch your body drop
What, yeah, yeah   Black John McClane   Harold the Menace and the Waterproof   With my nigga Bud'da, on the track   Golden State Warriors   Eatin' every rapper on the plate   Huh, feel me      I got three-oh-fo's in three-one-oh   On section eight, with multiple one-eighty-sevens   Sport a Marilyn Manson t-shirt when I die and go to Heaven   Smoke a beady, scrape my lungs, smoke the resin      Remember the name Ras Kass-ciano   Get to clownin' y'all punk bitches 'cause I'm a Mac, like Ronald   I make Mac make money and mack murder wack rappers   My Makaveli verse Bomb First, the Mac-11'll gat cha      When I get at cha, the situation tenses   Fatality before you ever reach your senses   Got so-called writers, crashing into brick fences   Like my name was Al Fayed so you die, like that white princess      If you lookin' for sympathy, you better look between R and T   In the fucking dictionary see the object of the game is to win   Stack some ends, sippin' Henn'   Whip a Benz and leave it to your next of kin      Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it   Golden State, number one with a bullet   It's three card molly   Will they ever stop?   Probably not   Pull your spine through your mouth   And watch your body drop      Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it   Golden State, number one with a bullet   It's three card molly   Will they ever stop?   Probably not   Pull your spine through your mouth   And watch your body drop      The un-edited medic, on the cut, with a degree in metaphysics   A doctor, with a lot of patience and perseverance   Flows like an ocean liner that sails like a clearance   I'm bilingual fly like a flamingo, I'm a pitcha      Everything I freak I eat like Al Pacino   You don't like me baby   You ain't happy, you need some Ecstasy   Now you in my properties but you have to pay my equity      For the lowest point in my character   I'll reach the highest place in the house when I rock   Like the Quaran, fuse hot, fluid with flavor like billion cube   Been this way since I was fourteen      And like this I been runnin' shit without the use of Sports creme   Rippin' up tracks like immigrant Chinese, peep the game I lay   I'm grim, I brim over my brow when I rip   Never write rhymes with slim fingertips      Each syllable you choose to use   Is light as a flower   Keep tryin' to go gold   But all you're gettin' is a golden shower      Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it   Golden State, number one with a bullet   It's three card molly   Will they ever stop?   Probably not   Pull your spine through your mouth   And watch your body drop      Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it   Golden State, number one with a bullet   It's three card molly   Will they ever stop?   Probably not   Pull your spine through your mouth   And watch your body drop      Look, now if it wasn't for the West   These rap niggaz wouldn't need a vest around they chest   Keep bustin' about where you rest   And what you own and what you drive   So the day some niggaz come for you I'm really not surprised      Mr. Black Bruce Willis, please don't kill us   I show mercy like Kevorkian, like a scorpion   We sting you from behind and put it in you, so meet me at the venue   Put you on the spot to put you on the menu      Fricasseed emcee, we be the ones that keep the pussy hot   Xzibit livin' life, like a bull inside a china shop   Strippin' everything, see you ain't even got a dime to drop   Go ahead and call the cops, you ain't said nathin'      Jerry Spring-you out the studio, then Suge Knight you   To the parkin' lot, niggaz ain't ready for all this heat we got   Picture yourself crushin' Xzibit with your tough talk   That's like Christopher Reeves doing the crip walk      Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it   Golden State, number one with a bullet   It's three card molly   Will they ever stop?   Probably not   Pull your spine through your mouth   And watch your body drop      Pick a card any card, I bet you can't pull it   Golden State, number one with a bullet   It's three card molly   Will they ever stop?   Probably not   Pull your spine through your mouth   And watch your body drop