Return of the Mac

And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit don't end And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends I'm on my New York shit Mobb Deep, nigga, Queens, New York shit Orange box cutter, that New York shit Guzzled the whole bottle, that's a New York sip My baby mom's from Brooklyn, my New York bitch Got that coke on Broadway, that New York flip Hoes down South love my New York accent And cheat on their man for some New York dick Niggas get mad, I pop in the clip And pop for they symbol on they New York fit With a rusty gun but the shit still spit Rubber bands on the handle, the New York grip And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit don't end And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends Get on my New York shit And show these mo'fuckers what New York is Twelve homicides in a New York minute Take a trip up top for a New York visit NYPD, New York Pricks and Dicks Heard ya workin' with the D's, you a New York snitch I'm tryin'a make a hundred mil' that's New York rich Back and forth to Philly with these New York bricks Niggas get jealous over New York quick Ay hoe, wanna know, who the New York kid? With the New York plates, on the bulletproof truck Better chill or get killed by a New Yorker And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit don't end And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit never ends Ain't nothin', ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this shit don't end (Ain't nothin', ain't nothin') Let these niggas have it, son (Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10) Alchemist, man You'll know what it is, man Gonna check this, let's do it Ya all, since back then, we return with the Mac 10