Return Of The Mac (Aka New York S***) - Prodigy

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