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you can't manage - mac & a.k. lyrics

[intro]
ay hey wsup, n*gga
wsup
how you wanna handle them bustas, bro?
we gon blast ‘em
pull yo strap then

[verse 1]
i’m strapped wit’ a gat, ‘bout to peel a n*ggas cap
rat*a*tat on yo assh0l*, when i let the macs go
buck and you struck from a sh*ll tip
now you gettin dealt wit’, you felt this
mothaf*ckin’ sh*ll, b*tch
lyin’ n*ggas down ‘cause i’m heartless
when i start, wit’ a f*ckin’ mark trick
run when i spark this
gauge like a mothaf*ckin’ fire, flamin’
take my aimin’, he’s expired, i’m rainin’
the hot ones, i got one, i’m bound to drop one
in ya chest plate, ya can’t escape fate
so it’s checkmate
didn’t gaze, never leave a trace so my face can’t be seen
got away clean, murder case was the theme
another drive*by on the set
i gotta stay alive so i rides with my tech, n*gga
don’t expect me to run away
you better put the gun away or get done away, ‘cause the gun’ll spray
don’t even try to step to me wrong
them hollow*point tips be kept in the chrome, and it’s on
a n*gga like me be doin’ straight damage
i’m lyin’ n*ggas on they back if they can’t manage
[hook]
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
man, i’m lyin’ n*ggas on they back if they can’t manage
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
boy, you can’t f*ck with me
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
man, i’m lyin’ n*ggas on they back if they can’t manage
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
boy, you can’t f*ck with me

[verse 2]
i’m on the spot, toasted
i’m posted, wit’ the glock, it’s that hoe sh*t
got some mo’ sh*t done got me hot
it’s the flow this [?] done got me comin’ up with g sh*t
[?] wit’ glocks to knock you to yo knees, b*tch
them g’s hit like a hollow point slug
ain’t no way you can run away from a true thug
catchin’ plugs in yo chest, you laid to rest without yo vest
‘cause that’s the way we do, now who’s next?
i got a list full of bustas and b*tches
trustas and snitches who out for my riches
but, surprise surprise, i caught you out the cut
wit’ a glock 9, watch me stop time when i pops mine
i drops rhymes in a fashion, be like smashin’
blastin, hit you for yo cash, then i’m dashin’
mashin’, fast down them back streets
n*ggas try to get me for my grits, gotta catch heat
hit ‘em with the hot one, them glocks done
put you on yo back, plus a shotgun
if you c*ck one, be pushin’ stacks to them [?]
light up yo lane to make yo pain vanish
you gettin’ laid on yo back, that’s if you can’t manage
[hook]
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
man, i’m lyin’ n*ggas on they back if they can’t manage
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
boy, you can’t f*ck with me
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
man, i’m lyin’ n*ggas on they back if they can’t manage
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
boy, you can’t f*ck with me

[verse 3]
you ‘bout to catch some heat, hit the deck
n*gga, i gets respect
you gon’ get checked wit’ some bullet holes when i spit tecs
i’m in effect like mothaf*ckin’ audi
sure to leave a set cloudy, we some rowdy
n*ggas from the blocks of pa, you gettin’ got
i’m pullin’ shots from the chop while i slay
from the hoo ride, watch a fool fry
when i got that blue ide in my scope too
died in a hole
all that smoke get you stuck like some chronic
i got the red rum tonic, makin’ you punks vomit
up blood, ‘cause i got the slugs to k!ll
and i never gave a f*ck, so i loves to peel
i’m a menace g, fixed to be rich from a robbery
‘bout to win it all like the mothaf*ckin’ lottery
i gotta be well about mine in the 9*0’s
so if you sl!ck, you gettin’ l!cked from behind slow
as i creep in, i’ma be street sweepin’
fo’ a jack, so you best to try to keep peepin’
‘cause i’m strapped with a militia, fixed to come and get ya
fully loaded when i exploded, you can’t manage
[hook 2x]
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
man, i’m lyin’ n*ggas on they back if they can’t manage
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
boy, you can’t f*ck with me
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
man, i’m lyin’ n*ggas on they back if they can’t manage
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
boy, you can’t f*ck with me

how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
man, i’m lyin’ n*ggas on they back if they can’t manage
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
boy, you can’t f*ck with me
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
man, i’m lyin’ n*ggas on they back if they can’t manage
how many n*ggas is ready to lose?
boy, you can’t f*ck with me

- mac a k lyrics

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