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letra de shady times - mac dre

[web]
what’s happenin’?
some of that old gangsta, leave a n-gg- in a ditch type sh-t, you know?
yeah
we playas but we gangstas, too, n-gg-
mac dre and young web finna put it down in a real way
check it out

[verse 1: web]
have a seat, grab a blunt, relax your back
i’mma about to kick some facts to make you feel that you’ve been jacked
i attack, at any cost, without no means
packin’ ap-9’s, ak’s with infrared beams
it seems some kids up in this game need to be taught a lesson
n-gg-, one suggestion: let’s call together a funk session
‘cause when i bust, i bring major pain
keith sweat would wanna cross out in my type of rain
n-gg-, my lyrics is something make the others spread the reputation
i’m bustin’ with a sensation that’ll leave you in devastation
fry like bacon
this money i’m takin’ to fill my pockets
fools be tryin’ to stop but i be blowin’ up like rockets
your arm sockets, legs and waist stay left
the only thing this n-gg- about to meet now is his death
the point i’m makin’ potna is don’t test me ‘cause i’m packin’ a .380
m-th-f-cka when times are shady

[mac dre]
yeah, young web, n-gg-s ain’t knowin’
it can get real funky around here, you know?
so godd-mn drastic after i hit a n-gg- with the plastic, right?
n-gg-, i hung that fool off the carquinez while that gun fell off me and i’m sideways
yeah, straight gangsta sh-t, n-gg-

[verse 2: mac dre]
i’m a skrilla getta, that’ll k!ll a n-gg- about grits
and i’m quick to trip and slip on my mitts
and put hands on a snake if i peep some scandal
beat n-gg-s up just like frankie randall
if i can’t handle, that -ss from the shoulders
that’s when i dash and get the pistola
you didn’t know a playa had g sh-t in him?
well, send a n-gg- at me, i’ll put three clips in him
so godd-mn fast and won’t leave one clue
and be cryin’ at the funeral just like you
i thought you knew, fool, when it comes to this
gangsta type sh-t, n-gg-s run from this
i got stripes, stars, bars and medals
for puttin’ in work doin’ dirt in the ghetto
i’m an o.g. and a h-o-g
a m-th-f-ckin’ hog and they don’t wanna see
my vicious tactics ‘cause sh-t gets drastic
leave ‘em bleedin’ and blasted, ready for a casket
i’m real with it, and love to ill with it
you trippin’ off mac dre? then potna let’s deal with it
the 707 north bay soldier
i thought you knew? i know somebody told ya

[web]
yeah, i know somebody told yo’ punk -ss
never no cutt will lie when the drama flies
just gon’ be homicides ‘cause we makin’ some mamas cry, you know?
so go get your black dress, b-tch, yeah
because we flowamatic when countin’ c-notes, sucka
gettin’ skrilla

[verse 3: web]
these m-th-f-ckas best’a recognize that i be packin’ the ammo
like commando, then i’ll light yo’ -ss like a candle
but i’m rambo, up on a mission up in the jungle
to knock down a couple of stables and get ‘em for they bundle
i made ‘em crumble, from the parts that i pack
bustin’ with m-16, calicoes and macs
automatic gats, that’s what i use to k!ll all gangs
they send in web ‘cause he’s trained, when i’m let loose, i’m insane
there’s blood stains, ‘cause i was blowin’ up sh-t from the start
i takes my steps, was smellin’ death and lookin’ at body parts does this sparks
but i’m the only n-gg- that lasts
puttin’ body parts up in caskets and burn ‘em all down to ash
stupid -ss b-st-rds
what you tried to do was unforgettable
your gun’s quiz was death and it wasn’t even that d-mn difficult
n-gg-, tryna send your d-mn lady
web and dre be packin’ .380s when times are shady

[web]
yeah, when times are shady it goes down
i got my pen foul, the crowd’s runnin’ wild ‘cause the guns -pow-
it’s the ap with the 50-clip and these fools can’t get with me
young web causin’ fatalities, n-gg-, when it gets drippy
sh-tty committee, sucka

[verse 4: mac dre]
my style is foul, i break laws, never legal
glued to the track strapped with my desert eagle
servin’ them suckas, a m-th-f-cka start drama
i might let him live but bust a cap in his mama
yeah i’m a playa, playa, but playas play with b-tches
when it come to them trick snitches my trigger finger itches
ready to peel a cap off a punk -ss, drunk -ss
n-gg- startin’ static, take his life and his punk -ss
dre is a k!lla, drug dealer, ex-convict
suckas say i’m sick, some drop dimes quick
‘cause i’m an ill n-gg- and ill n-gg-s k!ll n-gg-s
who alert the 5-0 and the money gettin’ real, n-gg-
takin’ out cousins, even steppin’ to nieces
send ‘em to the grave now they restin’ in pieces
i’m 5150, a stone cold j-cat
jackin’ m-th-f-ckas so my pockets they stay fat
rappin’ ain’t sh-t but a slow grind, so i’m
hittin’ licks quick gettin’ rich in no time
ask about my work and they say ‘he gets green
runnin’ up in sh-t with his ar-15’
the mac named dre is a big fool, sick fool
and if you ain’t down then suck my d-ck, fool
i don’t give a f-ck about a n-gg- or b-tch too
i run with a big crew, and yeah, they sick too

[web]
ha ha ha ha, yeah
y’all put that down
let them suckas know how it go in that big bay area
pimps, playas, rhyme-sayers, gangstas and big bankstas
suckas, stay back, ‘cause you know we stay strapped
yeah, this is young web comin’ at that -ss for the 9-m-th-f-ckin-6
this is for all the m-th-f-ckin’ crestsiders, the real riders
to my m-th-f-ckin’ cuddie young nico

[d-con]
that’s right, that rompalation, this d-con, fool
and that sh-t is hoodrat party for your mind, n-gg-
yeah, can’t f-ck with this…or get enough of this
1996 punk b-tch
mac m-th-f-ckin’ dre is back through here, tearin’ sh-t up
lettin’ them suckas have it
f-ckin’ aliens

- mac dre

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