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I'm peelin' off domes with a baseball bat
Forty-four Magnum, choice of gat
Mercury tip fillin' up my clip, I can shoot him
In the dome or I can get him in the hip
But boom, look at all the [_] runnin' out the room
Just another soldier, causin' doom, no, I don't bang
But I like to wound my enemy, who is the enemy?
I'm glad you asked any motherfucker standin' in my path
Got a Bentley Turbo, now you wanna jack
But remember, Mack Daddy is strapped
And when your platinum [_] start dissin'
Record companies think you're missin'
But I'm back, I'm back
I'm back and I got a bigger gat
Now the positive rhymes is on
And I'm positively hittin' that dome
You might want mine but you can't get mine
Rather put a hot nine right up in your behind
I'm not the [_] that you wanna recoup
And I don't wear a Giorgio suit
But I'm down for my business so please don't step
You heard about my law firm's rep, I check my bank
(yeah I'll tell you about who gives a damn about Mix-A-Lot [_])
Straight checkin' my bank
(IRS and Wells Fargo Bank motherfucker)
Ahh I checks my bank
(yeah, fuck your [_] imma start getting my bank on swole)
Checkin' my bank
(yeah, mack daddy is back clown)
In the magazine I look like a dope, man
'Cause I'm paid and I'm suckin' up to no man
And in the rap game, I gets no respect
'Cause I'm checkin' more bank than the heat check
Yeah, I'm a pimp and my hoe is the system
Uncle Sam might think I just dissed him
But nah, I'm just pumpin' straight facts
You either be a mack or you get macked
Some of the jealous wanna roll on the boss
But this HK's keepin' 'em tossed
'Cause I duck them deuce, deuce treys
At point blank range, attitudes get changed
I'm about making these dividends
And every motherfucker ain't my friend
And I check my back when I count my snaps
And [_] that snatch get slapped
Girls wanna roll, that's cool
But I'm not to be played that fool
Some [_] think a brother with money is slippin'
But I've be down, so quit trippin'
My goal to increase the size of this bank
I hold and bring up the brothers whose down
To roll and keep all the shit under my control
That's how I'm livin', I checks my bank
(yeah, that's the problem with the rap game
Ya'll don't handle your business)
Checkin' my bank
(That's why ya'll stayin' broke rollin' in Jeeps
And I'm in Benzos baby)
I checks my bank
(Fuck all that tryna live low, the boss is on up)
Come on punish
(I don't know how to live low ya'll, hahaha)
A word to the cops, I can't be stopped
A word to my enemies, I don't drop props
A word to the Klan, I don't pick crops
You can run up with your whip
But you'll just run up and get popped
A word to the Tipper, rap won't fall
A word to the bourgeoisie, fuck all y'all
A word to Apartheid, you 'bouts to fall
You can kill a couple brothers but you'll never get us all
Straight laced game's what I'm poppin' at the new jacks
Mack Daddy, [_] like to snatch fat sacks
I used to be nice with my rhymes and now I drop dimes
What's the time?
It's time to get paid in the nine-four G
Recession never stopped a [_] like me
I'm breakin' no laws but I'm livin' on edge
Puttin' CEO's to bed
Business straight yankin' in dead presidents
It's like sellin' dope, but the money ain't bent
The game is stiff, but I'ma get mine
My set is a dollar sign, I check my bank
(Yeah so I let you know what time it is ya'll phony ass mcs)
Straight checkin' my bank
(Carrying chainsaws and shit [_] I don't need none of that)
I checks my bank
(The boss with this hot sauce king with the most things is out)
Straight checkin' my bank
And I see ya
And we outie
Punish 'em
Punish 'em
And I checks my bank
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