Return of the Mac Songtext
von Prodigy

And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain′t nothing separating us from a Mac 10
I got 11 Mac 11's, 38 38′s, 9 9's, 10 Mac 10's, the shit don′t end
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain′t nothing separating us from a Mac 10
I got 11 Mac 11's, 38 38′s, 9 9's, 10 Mac 10′s, the shit never ends

I'm on my New York shit, Mobb Deep nigga, Queens New York shit
Orange box cutter, that New York shit
Guzzle 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 they man for some New York dick
Niggas get mad I pop in the clip
And pop for the 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 nothing separating us from a Mac 10
I got 11 Mac 11′s, 38 38′s, 9 9's, 10 Mac 10′s, the shit don't end
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain′t nothing separating us from a Mac 10
I got 11 Mac 11's, 38 38′s, 9 9's, 10 Mac 10's, the shit never ends

Get on my New York shit, show these motherfuckers what New York is
12 Homicides in a New York minute
Take a trip up top for a New York visit
NYPD, New York pricks and dicks
Heard you working with the D′s, you a New York snitch
I′m trying to make a 100 mill, that's New York rich
Back and forth to Philly with these New York bricks
Niggas get jealous over New York quick
Every ho wanna know who the New York kid
With the New York plates on the bullet proof truck
Better chill or get killed by a New Yorker


And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain′t nothing separating us from a Mac 10
I got 11 Mac 11's, 38 38′s, 9 9's, 10 Mac 10′s, the shit don't end
And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again
Ain't nothing separating us from a Mac 10
I got 11 Mac 11′s, 38 38′s, 9 9's, 10 Mac 10′s, the shit never ends
Ain't nothing separating us from a Mac 10
I got 11 Mac 11′s, 38 38's, 9 9′s, 10 Mac 10's, the shit don't end
Ain′t nothing

Let these niggas have it son
Ain′t nothing separating us from a Mac 10
Infamous nigga, y'all know what it is man
Gun check, let′s do it

Yo, since back then, we turn with a Mac 10