The Mack (feat. Big 50)

These hoes for the streets, makin' simp niggas beef On your dick today, tomorrow she on another niggas meat Niggas crashin' out and I don't understand, this shit be weak All these bitches in the world, then you trippin' off a freak I gotta go, I got another hoe ready to come and blow On this dick, she do whatever, I tell her this hoe a pro Yeah, I know she got a nigga on the low, but I don't know I just play her how she play it, think she slick But I ain't slow, I ain't gon' call her out Rather come through and dog her out Hit her from the back, maul the bitch out, then haul her out Niggas know I never been the type to trip over a hoe I just f*ck a em an if they don't wanna stay, I let him go I peep she wanna f*ck my dog, then I'ma put it on the floor That's not a diss, I just want niggas to listen Cause y'all niggas be trippin', wit all that lil' simpin Big dawg, I been around, you lil' niggas at the entrance Class and session, pay attention I mean, you know the rules of the game I mean, your bitch just chose me Now we can settle this like you got some class Or we can get into some gangster shit This pimpin' shit run in my blood, I be chillin' with the thugs While you sippin' bought a bitch, that hoe be fuckin' for the dubs I tell my hoes, bitch, I'm the one, ain't got the time to show them love These lil' niggas need some sauce, they be trickin' at the clubs Bitch, bad, she think it's hell, my name painted all their nails I keep it P, and you can tell I f*ck them good like I care Don't know what you heard about me, can't get a dollar, bitch, I swear I'm a P-I-M-P, I got some freeco's everywhere You niggas wanna ball like me, but y'all stats just can't compare I tell her, hoe, go f*ck my brother, she gon' run right over there Feed the game, you might learn somethin', make your hoe go and earn somethin You know these rats ain't got no love, you got the cheese and they gon' blow somethin Me and Vino got the lows comin', niggas broke, they wanna hold somethin False slept, I was the plug, but it's y'all bitch tryin' to f*ck This P shit come so natural, lame niggas think it's luck We can show you how it's done, but you still can't f*ck with us Shade tree, nigga, yeah, you ain't know what's happening We can show you how it's done, but you still can't f*ck with us Your red face is for hoes Nigga, next time you hear grown folks talkin', shut the f*ck up, yeah Go get it, bop, bring the bitches Freeze, nigga, you wanna die Go get it, bop, bring the bitches