[Mac]
No Limit black sheep played the back seat for months
Stayed away from the Tanqueray bitches and blunts
Still Mac n***a ain't nothin' changed
Got the rings and the gold chains
Now bitches want to know my whole name
I penetrate em then I disintegrate em
I let the next n***a date em 'cause I don't hate em
I spit voodoo to the most hard to get hoes
And at the end of the night, I rippin' off clothes
You fuckin' with the realest, from lyrical spillers
To killers and dealers and cap peelers, and street guerrillas
From villains to chillers, we made millions
And paid killers to protect scrilla
So what the fuck you talk about winners?
You hear that word camouflage when you hear my name
I represent the shell shocked 'cause it's in my veins
(No Limit soldier) is on my left arm, I took it in blood
Throw your hood up if you a thug
And all them n***as say

[Chorus: Mac]
You see a soldier on the streets holler
You hear them soldiers on them beats holler
Every time them soldiers speak holler