Produce, nigga
Im high as a motherfucker
You aint higher than me, nigga
No doubt nigga, Im fucked up man
Im fucked up
We out here
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Anyway, here comes the Mack back in full effect
My man Biggie Smalls in the shit, you know what Im saying
He tryna hold me back, you know what Im saying
And wont let me get down, but you know what? Im getting down?
Let me get down, let me get down
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To my motherfuckin man 50 Grand, the alcoholic man 
Inject a tall can in his bloodstream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
MC provoker, chocolate thai smoker, huh?
I like to max in Maximas and Acuras 
Your girl buttcheeks Im smackin, huh?
The raw rapper, spine snapper
With the little hookers on my lap-ah
You know the flavor Mack-uh 
A shy nigga but I aint your fuckin comforter
And if I ever fall in love I bet Im fuckin her
Ask the hooker, if I didnt jook her
If she try to front, then I drop the Chucky Booker on her
Why you wanna, play your games on me?
Bitch, ya crazy?
Commitments, Im Swayze, no time for the ill shit
Rest with the niggas on that real blood-spill shit 
My rappin tactics are drastic
Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
So if you wanna see my pedigree 
You better be, filled with energy, niggas never gettin me 
So let me get down, let me get down, let me get down, let me get down! 
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Cause the rhyme that I kick is called the MC stomp
Here comes the one they call king of the MCs
Shaking down enemies with rhymes like these, boy
Im bad, bad to the bone
Freaking up styles, wickity wild
Pass the microphone
I tell you suckers strange, Biggie my man
I got MCs melting inside my mouth and not inside my hand
My species eliminates MCs
 with 3rd degrees
I bring the funk from the floors, MCs here
So from here to Warsaw I roar
The maclalicious, this niggas vicious
MC from 94 leaves your ho making wishes
No saving MCs misbehavin
I got the funk bleeding all out the trunk
Names all over, so Im going for the pump
I come from the underground, so let me get down
Let him get down, let me get down
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(I just wanna funk a little bit
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