Yo, your people don't know
what's happenin', I'm
MC
Ron and I'm straight up rappin',
With a gift given from
G .O .D.,
Excel not failed and gained much,
much mail,
People like to trip but they didn't know the time,
I was sent to the pen cause I was hard on the grind,
Exposed big dope to the
major players
Got out the game and
became a rhyme sayer
You say you don't like it but it's also true
A young black brother getting
paid and it's cool
Fending for the money,
the money, the money
You know I'm still living large,
ain't nothing changed
I just switched my fame,
got out the game
In my hood it's hectic,
you better come protect it
In the streets of
D -Town,
you don't know what's finna go down
Brothers getting jacked
and cluggers get shot
Y 'all better come prepare,
start with a
Mac or a
Glock
Cause it's the danger zone,
especially at night cause it's on
Bangas doing drive -bys with
Uzis and
AKs
I wonder what's going on
in the streets today
They in the rage on the rampage,
trying to get paid
That's why I
MC
Wines saying what he's saying today
But the perps sell out and
go commercial anyway
Cause they scared to recite what I gotta say
Since I tell the tip, when I spit my shit
My homies in my hood know
I just don't quit
Cause I'm known to be leaked,
coming straight from the streets
I gotta be that real rapper,
suckers can't compete
Why try and die, in the end you'll see
You'll lose your life over major technicalities
It wasn't worth it,
you lost your paycheck off to the boss
It still remains the same,
YC gets off
Talk down on a player and get
slayed with no delay
Cause ain't nothing but the
money coming my way
My opposition's
to rap and stack
Plus I'm
Mac
Ho's taking care of business, do it like a
G .O
So now you know how it goes
My flow rose doing a track made by
Fresh
G
Lyrics for you and lyrics
for me smooth
Something's supposed to
go with this here groove
It's been heard, it's been said,
it's been laid
Now all's I gotta do is get that pay
You don't like the way I use rhyme play
Well it's cool cause rhyme
was said anyway
Man, man, bully, bop
Damn, damn, damn, damn,
damn, fully flopped
Damn, damn, damn,
damn, fully flopped
Damn, damn, damn, damn,
damn, fully flopped
It's still the same thing,
you figure I've changed
Never for the worst,
cause baddest in my range
The
R to the
O to the
NC
Will make a trick vibe down to a
Mack like me
I think and I wonder, how I got so cold
My game is told, but never so
I shout to the homies
that's down with me
Never weak, a part of the
MacTongue posse
Pumpin'
Ron
C all through the streets
Nothin' can be done
to destroy my peak
The gangster boogie, the funky sounds
A true young rapper
that's stayin' down
I'm sportin' a crown, so recognize the
K
I -N -G, and I mean what I say
The
C don't play, I'd rather hit the hay
Than put my meat in your
booty and make a shake
But let's not forget the topic at hand
I'm
R -A -W, a hell of a man
A young co -player,
finna take yo' end s
Now give it up, fool, or your life will end