fuck it, what you say Mall? Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga) Verse Four: Mac Mall, Spice-1

the answer Well beefin with Mac is like sleepin with lung cancer You know you gon die, you don't know where

[Mac Talking] This here a true story about ghetto love This shit that happened to a young nigga

(Phone conversation between Mac and a girl) Mac: Wassup girl? What's happenin with ya? Girl

to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein Verse 1: Mac Murda murda I wrote

[Master P] (Mac) Ughhhh! Oh yeah nigga. Representin fool. No Limit for life, fool. Them niggas

Chorus (Mac) : It's World War Can't nobody run and hide It's World War Cuz everybody's gonna die

[2-4-1 talking] Alright, we got Mac, Magic, Fiend And fa sho we got 2-4-1 up in this bitch You know

[Mac] Check this out When you makin' love to the Camoflauge Assassin' (Camoflauge) You call

[Mac talking] Cut that ?simply? track off Give me a little volume in my headphones Turn the mic up