EZ Come EZ Go

Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you hoe Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you hoe Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you hoe Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a A lotta niggas talk that shit and end up gettin' they wigs split It's M.C Mack, a nigga known for smacking jack and crackerjacks Busta ass nigga run yo mouth and get your ass blown off Watch me put my ski mask on, cock my gat back trick now drop it off Lames get buried quick and tricks that tried to test they nuts get stuffed and Zipped up in a body bag to let you know yo ass been had Flodgin' weak ass niggas looking, throwing up the wrong sign I'm staring at them like they J-Ko, bitch you ain't no friend of mine Shoot a stupid sucka in a minute don't you give a fuck about another nigga If he's bigger you should cap his ass Nigga like the Mac'll smack a nigga like a Nigga smack a bitch you cluckas, stain them bustas Smacking, crack a niggas dome with the handle of my chrome So now you wishing you didn't run your licka nigga lane we popping Gon' see once again I got to show these lemons who they dealing with Don't play me weak or soft 'cause all my niggas keep a fucking yalk Classify this lemon pillars, let's make a stain, shoot that thang Like Crunchy said you stupid hoes, "EZ come and EZ go," bitch Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you hoe Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you hoe Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you hoe Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you hoe Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a I'm hangin' in North Memphis with my niggas that be snortin' that P Got a MAC-10 on the side of my hip, for a [?] lemon lame side, bust a runnin' lip Smoked out on that ganja weed while sittin' back sippin' on Hennessey I'm higher than three birds and a kite I'm thinkin', blinkin', also creepin' I grab my yalk and load that bitch and see what snitch gon' start some shit Jump like you got ana, close yo' eyes while the [?] make a wish Got Teflon in yo lungs and now you gaspin' for yo' last breath Young nigga tryna out run some hollow tips, well trick, you done took yo' last step See busta niggas run they mouth but eventually Get they cranium cracked By M.C. Mack, we rob and stain and stick 'em up, hoe what you got? My nine don't have no feelings as I'm dishin' out those hollow thangs Triple 6, Gimisum Family, Killa Klan and snitches cannot manage Scopin', poppin', droppin', busta trick, we rob you for yo' weed And blew the smoke off in yo face, now bitch, you shouldn't have shit to say Run your pussy licker nigga, Mack will always keep a tone For a sucka, clucka, busta, motherfucka: chrome thing to yo' dome Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Easy, come, easy go, easily I shot you hoe Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you hoe Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a