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Machiavelli, I'm in the studio drunk then a motherfucker<br /> Ready to freestyle this shit and do it wild,<br /> Live, for all my dogs, for all my dogs out there raising hell,<br /> Just to see ya young nigga, raise the bail<br /> Stepped out on the streets, fresh from jail,<br /> All the police want to rag and tell,<br /> Not knowing that I stacks my mail,<br /> All these niggas want to see me fail..<br /> That's just the intro, as I sit back and rock this instrumental...After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure it's pain,<br /> Even though we broke for the moment, we ballin' the game,<br /> Time to make yo mind military, be prepared for the busters,<br /> Similar to bitches too scary and too near me be rushing,<br /> Visions of over-packed prisons,<br /> Feigns and niggas thug livin',<br /> Pressures and 3 Strikes, hope they don't tell us,<br /> They call it heater, ammunition at grace,<br /> Move without a sound, let me slide down, pistols in place,<br /> They got me feignin' for currency, the money it goes,<br /> It's like I'm a, dreamin' senior season me ballin,<br /> Official hated, and my enemies be hated, got the cops .4-5 stanchin' niggas pagers,<br /> Laid with a mark, soon as we start, but it's hard to quit,<br /> Started out drinkin' 40's, the hardest shit,<br /> God Damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man,<br /> Nigga got my own plan, in my hand,<br /> Got the .45, I get it live to survive, make these niggas die,<br /> While gettin' high though we cry,<br /> When these thugs bud, niggas'll leave in they casket,<br /> That's what you get for being player hatin' bastards,Me and my click so legit, we keep a 50 on us,<br /> These niggas know, you can't touch us,<br /> When they get to come against us, these niggas be defenseless and senseless,<br /> Knockin' niggas back on the fence,<br /> My whole click be sick, and though we rip whole crews,<br /> Niggas knew we came through drinkin' 22's of brew,<br /> And though we drink Hennessy, we provide our enemies with mo' shit,<br /> Though all the world so legit,<br /> I read my name out, Makaveli with the Thug Life tatted on the bottom of my belly,<br /> Can these niggas understand this, my whole family is sick and so Scandalouz...<br /> Let's introduce my click, Kastro, when he blast y'all niggas run to hide,<br /> Napoleon will provide the game,<br /> Let me explain while Edi provide shit for the needy and take from the greedy,<br /> Khadafi, he's not sloppy and not a copy, he's the only one bring a gun, if you want it,<br /> Young Noble bring the soul to the troop, let 'em know we come through in a bucket of BMW's,<br /> We trouble you, the "W" for West Side, niggas die when they try to infiltrate my crew,<br /> We never hide, we ride, and die together,<br /> And when you see my click we always ride forever,<br /> Me, my whole click is sick, we smoke sisamy, can you convince the G,<br /> That they can come against meYou can't see me on TV or live, niggas die when they try to come against me,<br /> Never hide, in my own zone in my own dome,<br /> In my mind I'm a Don, niggas knew it once,<br /> I came all out, splashed on niggas, will I dash on niggas,<br /> Once I mash these niggas, I'll be badder nigga,<br /> It's me, Machiavelli, a.k.a The Don of this whole click,<br /> Nigga you's slow sick,<br /> That's my freestyle drunk and slow,<br /> Just so you bitch ass niggas in the back row now,<br /> Weather it's New York or Texas,<br /> Ride through in a Lexus,<br /> A BMW, I trouble you,<br /> So and forever this Big 'ol "W"<br /> Hu-hu-hu, my Double are cruise, I'm a big rap star,<br /> Rockin' the grooves, niggas where ya at,<br /> Where you are is the back, in the front when you park this shit,<br /> I keep a gat inside my trunk legit,<br /> Always, and though I'm on probation I still rock the nation,<br /> Out on bail,<br /> Though last year I was in jail,<br /> Raise hell, until I get my mail,<br /> Will I fail?Hell naw nigga bite my nails,<br /> I keep a manicure, though you panic,<br /> You're still gone die<br /> When Pac get high,<br /> Smokin' Indo, I roll my window down,<br /> A smooth criminal, and though I pack this pound,<br /> .3-5-7, .0-4-5, will I hide?<br /> Will I die?<br /> Will I ride?<br /> Niggas never know why,<br /> My whole crew, a family click,<br /> Always sick,<br /> Are we live though we struggle to survive in this motherfucker,<br /> 9-5 turn to 9-6, 9-6 turn to 9-7, I keep a .3-5-7 Mac 11,<br /> Back home I got a M-O, what I say, a Mini 14, ha ha,<br /> My Double are, ride with my crew, ride with my crew,<br /> You don't have a clue nigga when we comin' for you,<br /> We hit the House of Blues actin' like fools, my nigga Fatal,<br /> Put a gun inside a club, I keep his fuckin' pre-nadle,<br /> Had to bang inside a chest, now I, bang as Veli, no-no-no,<br /> With Machiavelli I told him don't bring that gas out of Veli,<br /> I said yo Fatal are you crazy, nigga pissin' all side in the front,<br /> Niggas said god damn them niggas is funny as hell,What you want? You want the pump?<br /> Hell no them niggas don't want no beef,<br /> That's why we left that motherfucker in a Rose,<br /> A Limo I mean, well pick this out, to me,<br /> I was sittin' in the back, then on some hits,<br /> I did a dope as show, them niggas will always remember me,<br /> Came from India, Felizimo, was the call, yeah nigga I got Vasache on,<br /> On mighty all them niggas want to fuck with me, y'all know,<br /> I always represent my people to the fullest,<br /> Yeah I'm that same motherfucker that took five, bullets,<br /> <br /> Songwriters<br /> HENDERSON, LOGAN / SCHMIDT, KENDALL / REINAGLE, DAMON / SQUIRE, MATTPublished by<br /> Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group Song Discussions is protected by U.S. Patent 9401941. Other patents pending.Lyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>