Owe Me Cuz You Know Me - Mac Mall, Little Bruce

My bitch feeling flighty

I get up in her psyche

Squeeze my tightly

And pull another

Switch a bitch like academic

And enjoy Nikes

two women is dykey

But they like me

So we gettin' hyphy

Sistas doin' sistas

Backwoods, no Swishers

Aliens visitor

Mackin' to my niggas

But you can call me Mister

Mac to the Future

Process to pursue a game

From the sewer

For the Treal TV viewers

Easy maneuver

You just trying to fuck

I’m trying to touch

Big bucks, no whammys

I’m the most like Miami

can’t understand me

candy

And I don’t even like sweets

But nigga, my game so deep

Bitch you owe me 'cuz you know me

I ain’t tryin' to be ya homey

Thizz Pimpin' ain’t phony

That’s why the bitches

See I’m fire like Backwoods stogies

Lou-Thizz Farrakhan

Nation of Thizzlandam

Tommy gun weigh about 10 tons

I’m tryin' to burn down Babylon

Mackin' Mallennium

Killer Crestside slum alum

Where I’m from we troublesome

You get hung by a young dumb dumb

Ya fuckin' bum, we stay on one

We come down when kingdom come

Chemical Ali, Qaddafi’s son

Nuclear bomb got my body on numb

Backwoods beating my lungs like drum

And rum

151 I swung, no chaser

Me no run

Groove spun

But we ain’t done