Mack Lean
Born of a hustler, a bad motherfucker
Keep a pocket full of c-notes, some kilos stuffed in his muffler
Pimp daddy mack lean, tilt the suede hat mean
Cadillac intact lean, that nigga played it mack lean
Flip bell bottoms, shells he shot 'em
The hell if he not, he a problem like a cell up in Harlem
Should've been in an asylum the way he'd funeral parlour 'em
Bottom bitch with the healthy bottom
My bell's no cotton
Come from a slum off the strip made of leathers
See her face reflection off mirror, paint on that fresh Benz
King of my city, I run for mayor election here on
He step in to send you to the fifth wing, what happened?
The don is session, brunette and blond sex and I'm on rest
And my weapon I hit 'em with arm injections
Firearm your direction, no arm wrestling peasants
Palming that bread, he got off on the own connections
No question
Pimp daddy with the mack lean
Luxurious suites, eighty inch flat screens
We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends
New York City, certified rap king
Pimp daddy with the mack lean
Luxurious suites, eighty inch flat screens
We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends
New York City, certified rap king
Nina, twelve gauge
Imagine if I seen ya, twelfth grade
Schoolboy's how I handle you
Your mack book was a computer, mine's was a manual
I dared a bitch buy a whole book of Emmanuel
I cook with the mechanicals, you shook?
That's understandable
I took a gram or two and made a grand or two
Sold to your mother and your grandma too
Oh they a lover of my grandma too, but who better than Kool G Rap?
I'm in the booth with a Biggie sweater, this coogie rap
Uzi clap, you've been warned
Put the snug to it uniform
Don't make me clank the nose like a unicorn (get it?)
You've been on for a couple, don't diss the forefathers
Your mom don't know who your pops, you probably got four fathers
I'm from a different era
Violate if you should ever
Fred the Godson
Pimp daddy with the mack lean
Luxurious suites, eighty inch flat screens
We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends
New York City, certified rap king
Pimp daddy with the mack lean
Luxurious suites, eighty inch flat screens
We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends
New York City, certified rap king
Mannequin nails, headline with Steve Harvey
History was Teflon, try to stick 'em with three bodies
No, no, no, bloodline, pristine Gotti
I'm with the Rambo night, plus he busting the mean shotty
Wave spinning, had Indian in his family
Intelligent hoodlum still familiar with tragedy
One problem away from losing his sanity
Telling yio situation get nasty, that's word to vanity
Nightmares and dark fantasies, they toe tagging me (try to kill me)
Playa had a death wish, she kept the best bitch
One snap of his fingers, he make her step quick
Respect me, homie, don't play the phony
Them hot shells will turn you to macaroni
Shout out to Treach and Naughty, I do my dirt by my lonely
Ninja nigga Shinobi
Creeping through the block then walk away like I'm Kobe
And play the mirror like Mony
Pimp daddy with the mack lean
Luxurious suites, eighty inch flat screens
We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends
New York City, certified rap king
Pimp daddy with the mack lean
Luxurious suites, eighty inch flat screens
We made money, stick-ups and crack fiends
New York City, certified rap king