Double Glocks featuring Da Mac Pack, Pimp Doctor, Platinum Playa, J-Hood, Headless Spector & The Executioner

[DJ Randy Got Dat Fiya]

- This song is from the Mac Pack's underground 1997 classic, multi-platinum, double disc album "Ready For War Volumes One and Two". This CD is currently is being processed and repackaged to go on sale during the Holidays season.

 

Da Introduction 

 

DJ Fearless:

 

"Hahahahahahaha! Right back at yo muthafuckin' ass one mo' gin from the muthafuckin' U.T.P. comes them real true thugs straight off the Mac 10., throwin' up double glocks, holdin' it down for thugs all over America, stickin' their middle fingers up at 5-0 and stuntin' on all bitchass nigga'z. You better tell these fools what's real bitch!  We takin' over in 1997, taking no prisoners and leaving puddles of blood behind us while we stack money. HAHAHA. I bring to all you muthafucka's one of the greatest underground rap groups of all time, THE MUTHFUCIN' M-A-C BITCH"!

 

Random nigga #1:

 

"Yeah, nigga that's whassup whodi! LET THEM MUTHAFUCKA'S KNOW HOW IT'S GOIN' DOWN SON"!

 

Random nigga #2:

 

"Ya'll nigga'z better load up the muthafuckin' clips and light the blunts, cuz its about to go down!! WELCOME TO DA MAGNOLIA PROJECTS BITCH! Tuck your chain in, pop your clip in, and drive slow"!!

 

 

Random nigga #3:

 

"NIGGA THIS RIGHT HERE IS NEW ORLEANS MAGNOLIA PROJECTS BITCH"!

 

 

DaGlobalKnight: Yeah, nigga.

 

 

 

 

 

Machine-gun funk: Basically what this means is that everybody on this song will be flowing fast as hell

 

 

- This is a rapid-fire, double-time, high-octane, fast-paced, agressive gangsta rap down South track. Everybody is flowing fast as hell on this track. This track features hardcore rock N roll strings, a relentless, hard-hitting, drum percussion, and a wicked piano pattern.  

 

DaGlobalKnight: 1/2 of Da Mac Pack. Multi-platinum and gold underground rapper) UTP Magnolia is where you'll find them nigga'z reppin' from da Old School/ Kickin' it so cool/ Reppin' da double glock/ whenever da trouble knocks niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

 

 

DaLordHighPlaya: (1/2 of Da Mac Pack. Multi-platinum and gold underground rapper) UTP Magnolia Projects is where you'll find us slangin' that yayo niggaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

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Verse 1: DaLordHighPlaya

 

UN! Come on! Reminiscing about back in the days when the year was '89/ (89) Ya boy was on the grind/ (grind) tryin' to claim mine/ (mine) and stack my endz/ (end) Gettin' my serve on, swervin' smokin' dro and drankin' purp and hen in a big body benz/ Ridin' through the Magnolia/ Shoutout to them soldiers/ I use to kick it wit'/ Chill, Will, Da Pimp Doctor always dinin' on shrimp and lobster, my boy da PlatinumPlaya always rockin' his platinum gators, Zorro who never left his crib without his four fo', my nigga Nick/ and I can't forget about my nigga U-Bone/ always rollin' on chrome wit' certified gangsta's/ Get out of line and show disrespect, that nigga U-Bone never hesitated to break out his tec and spank ya/ We were young lil nigga'z with plenty ambition on a mission to try and escape the ghetto/ where the devil/ dwells so hard every day/ That if you don't have a glock or a K/ Sooner or lata playa you were bound to get sprayed/ Fuck the po-po' pullin' you over on weapon charges with intent to use it/ Nigga livin' in the land of the Magnolia Projects, you're straight up livin' in the Land of tha Heartless, where if a nigga got a gun son and he don't recognize where you from son when you're strollin' up on that block, he won't hesitate to shoot it/ When it comes to come to power the drug kingpins down in the UTP straight abuse it to collect their cheese/ Nigga, they don't give a fuck about leavin' your family greiving, all they care about is tryin' to protect their cheese and tryin' to accumulate some mo' dough/ So I advise you to put yo game in slow mo'/ if you ever pay the UTP a visit/ cuz nigga it doesn't matter whether or not you're a fake ass busta tryin' to be a thugsta or a real G, you better be bout usin' common sense and not incompetence, because one show of disrespect up in the Land of Tha Heartless will leave a nigga wig splitted/ Now given all the shit a nigga was up against growin' up got a nigga wondering why we were able to last long/ Gotta give a big shoutout to the HNIC Max Steel and his partna fo' life DaGlobalKnight for extending the opportunity for my clique and their clique to hook up and get our cash on/ Max Steel know how to stack that check right and break it off to a thug/ Much love/ DaGlobalKnight kept a nigga on his toes in this game/ and taught a nigga not to deal wit' lames/ cuz when you're out here grindin' whodi its an every day thang/ Gotta let your nuts hang/ Gotta make a grand at least on the block daily maine/ Shoutout to all them nigga'z down in the GXG grindin' for that M-A-C, my nigga Skull-N-Bone'z never fails me maine/ when it comes to turnin' that package into a profit/ cuz he know everytime a nigga skys up from the D to touch down in the NO, I always pay my Lieutenants back in the form of hot shit/ Them New Orleans hustla's reppin' da M-A-C never no busta's, they thug to the finish/ cuz the heart a nigga possess for this game will never diminish/ We hustla's from the land fool/ and the Old School/ shoutout to my nigga Big Jerry and my nigga Lil Terry, just serve out yo' sentence and be cool/ Fuckin' with Jay Truez, my nigga died a cold death hustlin' in these streetz from a drive-by when my nigga was just tryin' to cop his reup check in these streetz/ Now he restin' in peace/ My nigga'z Lil Spiffa and Piffsta always emphasize the M-A-C love/ Smokin' on bud/ and plenty reefer cuz a nigga  a true thug/ When its time to clique up I'ma hit up Max Steel on the cell/ and see what the hell is poppin'/ in the UTP fake azz nigga'z, dick-riders, homo thugs, intruders, and snakes will get dropped in/ seconds to the sound of double glocks/ on the block/ off the 9-9 so whodi run, run/ New Orleans is the city where a nigga come from/ Slangin' them dums dums/ Better watch what you say unless you want to hear that drum son/

 

Verse 2: The Executioner

 

So you want to take a ride/ down to the Magnolia Project's dark side/ where all the real thugs dwell/ Well, nigga let me be the first to tell you straight up, you ain't visiting Candyland, understand me man, you take a trip down to the Magnolia projects, you're visiting hell/ This is the land of the fearless/ where nigga'z walk around cheerless/ because ain't a damn thang to be happy about/ when you represent the one of the Dirty South's worst ghettos/ Here, you'll find practically every nigga totin' metal/ Knockin' heads off shoulders on the regular/ Standin' tall just like a true soldier against any and all competitors who try to step to/ Better not clown around if you finna issue you a challenge, or else your family will be issued tissues when they find out you've been got! On da real dawg you better be able balance the violence that comes with talkin' shit, cuz down here nigga'z won't hesitate to wet you/ and dome check you/ If you a real nigga you better bring a gun wit' cha/ cuz if nigga'z find out you a busta who can't cut the muster and pass the test, then these nigga'z won't hesitate to blast the tec and have some fun wit' cha/ Uptown is the home of the kidnappers, rappers, carjackers, killa'z, drug dealers and guerilla's and believe we don't tolerate no shit! Why the fuck you think nigga'z don't smile/ Busta's get shot daily from miles/ and hung out to dry like towels/ for tryin' to start shit they know they can't back up/ Outsiders and dickriders, you want to come down here and talk that shit, best be able to walk that shit unless you want to get clapped up/ and wrapped up in a body bag/ A nigga like the the Executioner put in work every day and grind strenuously/ I ain't bout no nigga tenuously/ testin' me after a long day of work/ bustin' out his K tryin' to play hard/ Nigga, look at my muthafuckin' name, in the graveyard/ is where you finna end up if I catch you on my radar/ Testin' me or my homies/ Damn right I'm cool wit' da M-A-C and nigga'z better know we/ not da clique to fuck wit' unless they wanna get their head busted, when a nigga not stackin' this cash or packin' his gat you can find me blowin' tree'z and blowin' G's with Max Steel, DaGlobalKnight and J-Hood/ Smokin' up that reefer to ease our minds/ and unwind/ Go ahead and pop that Cris, smoke that dro', cuz nigga its all good/ Up in the hood/ when you roll with a clique like grindin' around da clock/ Makin' nigga'z drop/ Keepin' them fake ass nigga'z excluded as we make this funky, machine-gun music reppin' the double glock/

 

 

Verse 3: Da Pimp Doctor

 

Step to me wrong and you'll catch some buck shots/ out double glocks/ A nigga want to go ahead and murder one of the members of my M-A-C f-a-m-i-l-y, clearly then his vanity is causing him to lose his sanity/ because that nigga must not know my crew roll deeper than the Sopranos/ and when it comes to beef we play nigga'z just like piano's/ M-A-C, whats up, niggaz get dropped/ Get drugged through the mud in puddles of blood/ Once I pop I'm sort of like pringles I can't stop/ The nigga'z that I thug with down in the CP3 are down to kill/ Pop a few bullets off in your chest, have it rip through that your vest and leave your sternum burnin', now how does it feel?/ And nigga we peel caps caps/ Any nigga want to talk too much we'll put his wig back and leave him papped papped/ with a perfect fit/ Why the fuck a nigga would want to come up to the UTP trippin' runnin' his lip and dissin' the set I claim is beyond me and my army of loyal army blazin' that fire, a nigga like da Pimp Doctor run wit' wig splitters who won't hesitate to leave your blood drippin', so tell me what the fuck is your purpose bitch/ for hatin' on nigga'z in the UTP/ reppin' da M-A-C/ If you're tryin' to expand yo' rep by takin' out a nigga that's top notch/ Actin' foolish ain't da way to do it cuz a nigga like me always keepin' me glock cocked/ Ready to pop, pop/ at the first nigga who dare challenges me or my fam reppin' da double glock, glock/

 

 

Verse 4: Max Steel  (Head Rapper of Da Mac Pack. Multi-platinum and gold underground rapper)

 

Lil Whodi it's goin' down/ up in the N.O. Town/ Gotta clique up wit' me thugs/ but first let me cop a lil bud/ some six o's, some new diamonds to make my wrist glow, some six spokes, and some fifth rose/ from the liquor store/ befo' the store close/ If the clerk start trippin' I'ma hit him with 40 reasons/ to let me cop my ease son/ (ease is slang for liquor. Sometimes when the M-A-C wants to cop some liquor, they say "Let me go to da liquor sto' and cop some ease". It's a New Orleans thang) cuz a nigga been thuggin' all day in them project hallways tryin' to stack my paper like a real playa tryin' to be major, plus a nigga stressed out and dyin' of thirst, I swear a nigga been hustlin' so hard a nigga heart bleeding/ So let me roll up the buddah and smoke on that shit/ Straight up choke on that shit/ and go hard on that reefer/ Blow me a lil hydro as I'm flirtin' wit' some fly hoes, goddamn this dro' is creeper, creeper/ As soon as nigga bump up outta that bitch, no nigga betta test me (test me, test me test me) Never no coppers better arrest me (arrest me, arrest me) cuz I'm just tryin' to get my chill on and stack this million I know them nigga'z standin' out on that corner hard enough/ but the question I'm askin' is whether they smart enough/ to respect the double glock glock/ Got me some rocks rocks/ Them nigga'z over on that corner testin' a nigga talkin' that bullshit while a nigga tryin' to chill fa real, I really don't feel like lettin' my glock cock/ But them niggaz need to shut they dirty mouth/ and respect a true thug from that Dirty South/ before them double barrels start talkin'/ Oh, shit them nigga'z walkin'/ over here tryin' to make a jack move/ tryin' to pop a slug in me Suddenly befo' they even have a chance to cock they shit, I react dude/ and start releasing/ a few shots to each bum's/ legs region/ Once them nigga'z feel the hollow demon/ They're on the ground screaming/ for 911 and medics/ Fake ass nigga'z when shit get hectic/ 911 AND 5-0 IS YO MUTHAFUCKIN' CLIQUE HUH/ Some nigga'z claim to be hard when they out on the block when deep down inside they a muthafuckin' snitch huh/ A straight up muthafuckin' bitch huh/ Wanna talk shit but deep down inside you're as fake as the fake ass one hundred dolla rolex and platinum chain on your neck and wrist/ Now them nigga'z got me stressed and pissed/ cuz fuckin' around with them busta's a nigga got 5-0 on his ass tryin' to flex and bitch/ tryin' to reck my shit/ Them coppers better drop when the gun shots pop glock top/ and make them muthafuckin' police sirens close shop/ is when the bullshit stops/ Whenever da po-po' troublin' us can't take no chances/ Gotta make some advances/ and split up wit' my crew to evade them/ and just to make sure they never chasin/ the right nigga when da guns are blazin', da M-A-C keeps a lookout on corners ready to start a fight nigga to elude them/ In the midst of confusion/ A nigga roll slow/ on da solo/ tip/ and proceeds with caution back to da crib/ Cuz often nigga'z get busted when they don't know what the fuck they doin' kid/ A nigga like M-A-X S-T-DOUBLE-E-L reppin' VL quick to toss his llelo to da curb/ Roll to the chop shop and splurge/ on a new whip/ Fuck actin' foolish/ Belligerence combined with Ignorance ain't bliss in this muthafuckin' game, especially when the cops are just as ruthless/ as the thugs tryin' to get it how they live, so livin' in that UTP if you gonna bang maine to try and maintain and let your chain hang its crucial that you do so with intelligence/ Otherwise yo' ass will be locked the fuck up on a quarter feelin' irrelevant/ Thuggin' daiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiily on a comeup/ Me hustlin' skills never faiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillll me especially when a nigga tryin' to run up/ and test da set protector/ Drama interceptor/ bullshit preventor/ Check my credentials and how I erase nigga'z like pencils, I'm a certified representer/ Nigga'z rollin' through da Magnolia projects chillin', askin' who the nigga with the gage behind the leather face/ Fool, that nigga is Max Steel, the H.N-I-C and muthafuckin' commander-in chief of the M-A-C! You thinkin' about testin' him, you better pray & bring a priest with a bible so you can wish for survival/ against an eternal thug/ blazin' hot like an inferno, you run up and test him on some bullshit, YOU GETS NO LOVE except a slug for yo troubles/ Best to keep ya eyes on ya prize and respect da hustle/ of a nigga thuggin' down in that UTP/ or else this won't be da last time you see me/ Max Steel been keepin' it gangsta since the time this clique was formed in 89 and kickin' real shit since 1993/

 

Verse 5: Game Face

 

Niggaz better start duckin'/ when I start buckin'/ bustin' shots dawg/ dustin' blocks off/ tryin' to save face/ Nigga check my namesake, Gameface is all about the numerals and quite frankly I don't give a fuck if I have forsake a funeral to get it, Gameface be all about lining his digits and when it comes to gettin' that money I'm all about lettin' my K spray/ causing havoc/ Bustin' cabbages/ and droppin' dead bodies in caskets/ Double glocks, well yes nigga I blast it/ Movin' through traffic/ All I do is unload and explode it/ Reload it/ and drop all those bogus/ nigga'z tryin' to make unlawful incursions on my territory when I'm not lookin'/ Beef I'm always cookin'/ when I'm packin' that mac milli/ Gameface be well known for keepin' heat on his side when he rides like a bowl of chilli/ Ain't no competition/ can fuck with my clique when/ we poppin' them clips in/ Flippin'/ nigga'z up the game straight trippin'/ So listen/ you bitches can stay dippin' and runnin' your lip when that blood is straight drippin'/ M-A-C stay stickin' and lickin' them pockets so droppa that dollar maine/ Before that glock holla maine/ Give it up nigga, you don't want Game Face creepin' up on you in the midst of darkness/ Consider me heartless/ Oh, yes/ Gameface be bout pullin' a hoe check/ Better check ya rolex/ Ya timed now for givin' up respect/ You better get on your knee's nigga'z and pray to God that I spare your life unless you want those chopper bullets to eject/ and devour your set/ Now tell me who's next/ to get left wet/ and get his fuckin' wig split! Me and my nigga Max Steel go rock for rock/ call shot for shot/ Walk block for block/ and if we've got beef with a muthafucka we'll go glock for glock/ No more selling selling ki's on the DL/ I want to holla at VL/ and say Rest in peace/ to my nigga Lil Skee/

 

Verse 6: J-Hood

 

Gotta give P's to the GCT niggaz know we roll thick on the double glock! Pump blast/ fa some cash/ Then I'll mash/ on the gas/ and dash away from them cops/ trailin' right behind me, but fuck that shit I ain't goin' to jail/ to grow old, stale and frail/ so you know a nigga like J-Hood is gonna bust back/ Trust that/ when the drama's on I'm takin' sick shots/ with a six shot/ Rollin' wit' five other nigga'z blastin', blastin' away so that's makes six glocks for the po-po' to have to contend wit'/ Some of them faggot ass cops might think they gonna leave a nigga rear-ended/ but I'ma make a getaway by jumpin' up out of the car and scalin' a fence bitch/ down to an alley of safety/ Them crooked ass cops can chase me/ if they want but never will they catch me or do me/ because I move too smoothly/ for a bunch of braindead cops excited off coffee, doughnuts and drunk off liquor/ at the prospect of tryin' to catch a nigga/ Now whodi if the other nigga'z crew wanna tool up and try to murder me/ so they can take this beef further G, I'ma lead my enemy's crew into a trap where my crew is waitin' with AK 47s/ As soon as the busta's crew run into that wall of fire, we sendin' them off to Heaven, Heaven, (Heaven, Heaven)/ courtesy of heat via the Mac 11 (Mac 11, Mac 11)/ Bloody they bodies they burn, burn/ and I guess that hood full of bustas will never learn, learn/ that you can't fuck around wit' da M-A-C and not expect payback/ A nigga might think after he shoot one of my boys that the beef is dead, and he might be celebratin', but deep down inside what that nigga ain't countin' on is a hitter out that M-A-C pullin' da K back/ When I'm on a mission for my crew my whole city/ roll wit' me/ showin' no mercy, no pity, NO MERCY NO PITY, on any nigga stupid not enough to instigate drama and try his luck with these vicious and malicious nigga'z out da M-A-C manhandlin' punk nigga'z like bitches, diggin' them up in ditches, stackin' riches and accumulatin' wealth by tha millions/ Other nigga'z thuggin' behind da project builidin'/ waitin' to hit licks while we're ridin' sharp in beamers and lac's smokin' so much indo/ we're foggin' up da windows/ Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin', no fuckin' with the M-A-C family/ Now feel a nigga, understand me/ Much love, much buck for them UTP thugs/ In the 13th or in the 17th is where you'll find us slangin' them drugs/

 

 

Verse 7: DaGlobalKnight (1/2 of Da Mac Pack. Multi-platinum and gold underground rapper)

 

Nigga ride wit' Max Steel up into the drug spot To the dome wit a shot of bird/

Never get tossed to the curb / But I'm feelin that urge/ to splurge/ But I'm broke as fuck son gimme that automatic pump mosberg swerve/ Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask  and shells/to put in this twelve/ gauge sawed off/ Get em all off, nigga yo' loss, take it all off/  Ya'll lost/ Get a muthafucka hauled off/ For showin' disrespect/ Fool you best to not play me unless you want to be pushin' up dasies and have me put that ass in check/ So just respect what I'm sayin'/ unless you want bullets to eject and start spraying/ Out my machineary/ To close down this sceneary/ When the first of the month comes around in the U.P.T. a nigga gotta smoke plenty weed and I know a muthafucka ain't about to tempt my temper/ and make me enter ya center/ with my boys/ and start penetrating the shit out of this block/ Generating madd heat with double glocks/ To the dome/ Nigga when I'm dashing up the block, crashing up your spot, and blastin' up ya shop with my crew of felons/ Don't even think about movin' in the midst of confusin' when we cruising muthafucka cuz these boys will bust a muthafucka's melon/ You willin to die, we'll see/ how many flees/ when I cause the scene! We mean mug, M-A-C Thugs Trained to be perfect/ with a purpose/, disciples/ When it's survival/ tongue, never double-edged sword Triple, six rivals spittin fire/ This the real truth, bitch Breakin out for lies My Messiahs/ better be ready for Armageddeon/  shit's expired/ It's wild, bless the child/ The one that became a man Put in positions off in the Laire/ All that I had to do was stare/ Test me now, contender/ never no surrender/ no pretend Pick up my pen, in my hand One of my trusted friend friend brah/ Hey!!!! We all fo real Slavin', blazin', makin' money, gettin' it crackin' so tell me wass happening! Blood we just chillin, steadily and heavily shining, reclining, stackin' cheese and and grinding daily/ Takin' that weight on and off the scale G/ Opening up drug shops on blocks puttin' other drug dealers out of business/ Makin' them wack  ass drug dealers diminish/ Our double glocks got your reservations ready/ Your destination is Heaven for refusin' to give up the crop and the feddy/ Open up that automatic  pump pump to make to them nigga'z bump bump and lets see if we're for real, we all suited up and booted up, beg my pardon/ to Martin/ Baby we ain't marchin' we shootin'/ Recruiting the hardest hitters and wig splitters to go out and shut them shops down on the 1st and open up drug spots that all the real thugs can benefit from/ Just watch how we set these other drug kingpins up, we'll send a bitch son/  to their shop and havin' them start romancin' and chancin' the fuck out of a nigga, thats only enhanching our advances/ When we decide to rob the shop, bullets fall  harder than avalanches, RAID THE SHOP, POP THE DOUBLE GLOCKs, BLOODY PLENTY MUTHAFUCKA'S AND REEUP WIT' THE WEED yo/ Pay off cops with Kiloads/ And then invite my nigga'z over to the crib to smoke that biz! That how it goes down in the Magnolia! In daily recruitin there's a thug born everyday in the ghetto!!! We start em off little we give em a bottle, some weed, and a pen and a pad to hit the label, KICK IT FOR DA DOUBLE GLOCKS!!!!

 

Verse 8: PlatinumPlaya

 

You busta's better be ready for the thug style/ from da master blasters/ with hearts colder than Alaska/ Rainin' on nigga'z and floodin' sets worse than Niagra/ Oh, yes Da PlatinumPlaya thug wit' DaGlobaleezy, Max Steezy, and DaLordHighPleezy fa sheezy, and we come with them wicked machine gun flows and styles/ We straight off the double glock, watch yourself! You don't want to get your wig splitted/ and lifted/ up out your spot/ from 17 shot glocks/ aimed at your direction/ Just be on your best behavior and follow me down into my section/ Lets take da strip down to the dark side, better grab your strap cuz nigga'z be buggin'/ when they thuggin'/ and  intruders entering their area/ trying to cause problems for nigga'z hustlin', best cut that shit out lil man cuz these nigga'z will bury ya/ or leave you caught up in a murder, nigga'z up to no good! Oh no, fuck no/ There go da po'-po'/ And they askin' questions/ Look at these fake ass busta's stressin'/ These nigga'z are tryin' to explain what happened, but they can't even lie right to get themselves out of a bind/ They could never be no thug yo/ Ain't no such thing like see another nigga run up/ But if I don't know that other nigga, then his come up/ is my stuff/ Call it a bluff/ if you want, but come and test for ya own/ See how quick model homes/ leave home/ and fell a dome/ Roam to the top, slip up and get buck/ Nigga you better get out my way, fo' I spray and leave your ass fucked up/  (Get Your mind right) Get your mind right mind whodi' (fuckin' wit' me) fuckin' wit' me/ Think twice I tote double glocks I'm a trill member of the M-A-C/ (Fuckin' right) Fuckin' right I split hats/ and I tote gats/ I be fuckin' with civil packs (now what you know bout that) now what you know bout that/ Got all the black fit (ready to put in work) ready to put in work/ For nigga'z actin' like jerks/ (I put dicks in the dirt) I put dicks in the dirt/ I run with DaLordHighPlaya (cuz) cuz he's a (gangsta ass nigga) gangsta ass nigga/ Busta's wanna act hard when deep down inside their wearin' a push up bra, they could never play this game raw, but don't worry I'ma (spank that ass nigga) spank that ass nigga/ (So) So who wants some beef? (Let me show you the muthafuckin' PlatinumPlaya doesn't play) Let me show you the PlatinumPlaya doesn't play/ I've told you once and I'll tell you nigga'z again, I'm da type of nigga that will show up to your block and put that muthafuckin' whistle to your dome (every day) every day/ If you're real you'll bust back/ But if you fake I got your warning in all black/ It's no escape muthafucka! Fuckin' around wit' da PlatinumPlaya you get your brains blowed back/ cuz that's what hustlin' in dem Magnolia Projects is all about in the Dirty South!

 

Verse 9: Headless Spector

 

G'd up/ from the feet up/ Ready to sweep up/ any nigga and their crew for talkin' that smack/ and leave them on their back flat/ It's them UTP thugs from the M-A-C runnin' amuck in your territory/ exchanging war stories/ Smokin' haze/ in a daze/ and drinkin' brews/ with our crews/ When it comes to war we're never divided/ United/ we stand on our blocks/ Pledging alegiance to the M-A-C flag and double glocks/ And money is never a problem/ when we mobbin'/ cuz all we do is get high and break bread together/ When we're not chillin' in the Nolia you can catch us all gettin' head together from some fly caramel vixens/ as we're twistin'/ shit up and rippin' flows down/ You hata's wanna hate? NIGGA LETS GO! These devils flex with so much muscle and so much hustle that we could flow fo' rounds/ and I'm not talkin' about boxing/ Believe when a nigga bust out his 12 gauge I'll give you a Red Light Special and I ain't talkin' about TLC/ I'm runnin' with thugs who represent the depths of Hell from VL Street/ so hata's where the fuck you at/ I'm strapped/ with a gat/ and ready to snap your head back like a Slim Jim and leave your brains in your Koolaid hat/ In the graveyard, pumped up better get down/ Them thugs will be glad tear that bitch down/ until that ass is found/ and somebody gets fucked/ Ya'll bitchass nigga'z still don't want drama, but I want some so nigga press yo' luck/ I'm strapped with a Tec-9 so nigga what da fuck/ LETS BUCK! MC'S AND BUSTA'S JUST COME ON ROUND/ You're the next contestant on catch a beatdown/ Don't be hesitant/ Machine-gun funk cracks the sediment/ It's evident/ that all you other rappers are irrelevant/ and we're medicine/ for your whole town! Sky's the limit/ Game's infinite/ Bins I'm spinning it/ Platinum and gold records I'm winning it/ When it comes to this game nigga'z ain't seeing me when I'm in it/ All windows is tinted/ how are some of you nigga'z seeing me when I'm in it/ When it comes to gangsta rap all you gangsta's wack, why are you even pickin' up a mic/ If you ain't spittin' it tight/ WE GOT THIS ON LOCK BOY STOP THAT/ Put that mic down muthafucka, DROP THAT/ Headless Spector's flows blows shows like afros/ We hate ya'll though/ That's when the double glock goes boom! RESPECT MINE BITCH!!!!!

 

 

 

Chorus: DaGlobalKnight and DaLordHighPlaya (Repeat 2x Times)

 

POP POP GIVIN' UP SHOTS TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK!

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK WHEN YOU HEAR THEM SHOTS MAKE THEM HATA'S DROP!

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK WHEN YOU HEAR THEM SHOTS MAKE THEM BUSTA'S DROP!

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK WHEN YOU HEAR THEM SHOTS MAKE THEM BITCHASS NIGGA'Z DROP

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK WHEN YOU HEAR THEM SHOTS MAKE THEM COPPERS DROP

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK WHEN YOU SEE YOUR ENEMY APPROACHIN' LET YOUR CHOPPER COCK!

 

POP POP GOTTA GIVE IT UP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCKS AND SHOW LUV TO ALL DA TRUE THUGS

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK NEVER NO CONTENDER ME NO SURRENDER WHEN I'M REPPIN' DA DOUBLE GLOCK!

 

POP POP GIVIN' UP SHOTS TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK!

 

POP POP GIVIN' UP SHOTS TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK!

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK WHEN YOU HEAR THEM SHOTS MAKE THEM HATA'S DROP!

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK WHEN YOU HEAR THEM SHOTS MAKE THEM BUSTA'S DROP!

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE WHEN YOU HEAR THEM SHOTS MAKE THEM BITCHASS NIGGA'Z DROP

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK WHEN YOU HEAR THEM SHOTS MAKE THEM COPPERS DROP

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK WHEN YOU SEE YOUR ENEMY APPROACHIN' LET YOUR CHOPPER COCK!

 

POP POP GOTTA GIVE IT UP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCKS AND SHOW LUV TO ALL DA TRUE THUGS

 

POP POP TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK NEVER NO CONTENDER ME NO SURRENDER WHEN I'M REPPIN' DA DOUBLE GLOCK!

 

POP POP GIVIN' UP SHOTS TO THE DOUBLE GLOCK!

 

GIVE EM' ON UP AND SHOW LUV!

 

GIVE EM' ON UP AND SHOW LUV!

 

GIVE EM' ON UP AND SHOW LUV!

 

GIVE IT ON UP (UN!)

 

GIVE IT, GIVE IT, GIVE IT, GIVE IT ON UP!

 

GIVE IT ON UP (WHA)

 

GIVE IT ON UP TO THEM UTP THUGS RHYMIN' OFF THE DOUBLE GLOCK

 

 

Bridge: DaLordHighPlaya & DaGlobalKnight (Repeat until song fades out to the end)

 

U.T.P New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P. New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so nigga respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P. New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so nigga respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P. New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so nigga respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P. New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so nigga respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P. New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so nigga respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P. New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so nigga respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P. New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so nigga respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

U.T.P. New Orleans Magnolia Projects is where a nigga come from so nigga respect mine

 

Before we throw up them double glocks and Tec-9s

 

 - Max Steel, DaGlobalKnight, The Executioner, DaLordHighPlaya, J-Hood, PlatinumPlaya, Headless Spector, Game Face, & Da Pimp Doctor snaps their fingers in unison and two-step away from the micrphone as the beat fades out to the end. DaGlobalKnight puts his hand around Da Headless Spector's neck, as da Headless Spector raises both of his arms to show off two diamond and gold rolexes. DaLordHighPlaya puts his hand around PlatinumPlaya's neck as both men show off their rolexes in unison and bob their heads to the beat. Max Steel and J-Hood point at one another with awkward looks on their face to show off