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(feat. Mack 10) [Intro: Mack 10] BLaaaow Blam 187 Straight murder display from LA to the Bay Westside, My nigga Spice 1 aka Fetty Chico And I'll be Mack 10 aka Mack Manson What up Spice [Spice 1:] We serving chickens you damn sure can't get at Roscoe's If you don't want to see no murder then keep your eyes closed Nigga shake the dice up, roll 'em if it's one or ten They won't be able to put your ass together again Leave you in Reece's Pieces, rolling in white cornices Knocking out teethes, I know where we can get the blackheads cheapest From my homie down the street on the block He copping everything from Desert Eagles down to them mini-Glocks If niggas fuck off the money we raise the murder stats Me and my nigga Mack 10 committing terrorist acts You see us bailing don't mumble under your breath Have the heart to say fuck you so I can put five in your chest nigga Don't be no punk, I put my Uzi where my mouth is Yay under couches running out of crack houses SongtexteWe down and dirty for the birdy thirty-five a sack Nigga give up the stack it's Fetty Chico and The Mack [Chorus:] Fetty Chico and The Mack (Murder Murder) Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter Fetty Chico And The Mack (Murder Murder) Open up your mouth, Say Ahh, get ready for theBlaaoow Fetty Chico and The Mack (Murder Murder) Ma-A-Mack 10 shooter, kill a man looter Fetty Chico And The Mack (Murder Murder) Open up your mouth, Say Ahh, get ready for theBlaaoow [Mack 10:] I'm in a murderous mindstate I'm on so much dope and coke I can't even do my line straight I smoke that [???] that shit put me in a trance And since my last LP they start calling me Mack Manson Now when I come around punks know they're gone [???] my pistol around and fall straight into a coma So take if you want it that's my number one motto Hitting licks like the lotto, with a four-five bottle And assault rifles like Rambo full of ammo Dump a nigga in his chest and watch him bleed through his flesh [???] chicken hawking You kill a nigga, you kill his bitch so she can't talk So I smoked the bitch and made it simple I put one in her temple and got horny as a nympho So with a hard dick and guns, a bad bitch dies I take my two fingers and then I slowly close her eyes [Chorus] Capping him in his b-brain, with the m-mack t-ten that's my p-partner we d-d-doing him in L-l-leave him in the t-trunk 'til his c-crazy kid kicks one in the ch-chamber off the s-safety I g-got 'em g-got 'em four extra c-clips Infra-red b-beam h-hollow tips D-dirty l-licks m-midnight M-Mack W-One O and l-laser sights R-rollin b-blunts smoking to the doobie In my h-hooptie with my uzi t-talking to me Telling me thought another lick we can go pull off He told me keep your mask on don't take your hood off So me bail into Burger King and me pistol whip the guard Everybody up on the floor nobody try to make it hard Another guard was hiding he jumped out and bust at me So I let him count the bullets in my C-L-I-P Me hear them sirens ringing and me take off with the stack Bailing without the stretch it's Fetty Chico and The Mack 187-187-187-187-Blaaaow [Chorus] (Murder Murder) Murder murder and Kill Kill Kill World Wide WestSide Aus Songtexte Mania