Return Of The Mac (Aka New York Shit) - Prodigy

(«And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again

Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10»)

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's

Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don’t end

(«And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again

Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10»)

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's

Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit never ends

I’m on my New York shit

Mobb Deep nigga, Queens, New York shit

Orange boxcutter, that New York shit

Guzzle the whole bottle, that’s a New York sip

My baby mom’s from Brooklyn, my New York bitch

Got that coke on Broadway, that New York flip

Hoes down South love my New York accent

And cheat on they man, from some New York dick

Niggas get mad, I pop in the clip

And pop for they symbol on they New York fit

With a rusty gun, but the shit still spit

Rubber bands on the handle: The New York grip

(«And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again

Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10»)

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's

Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don’t end

(«And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again

Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10»)

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's

Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit never ends

Get on my New York shit

And show these mo’fuckers what New York is

Twelve homicides in a New York minute

Take a trip up top, for a New York visit

N.Y.P.D. — New York Pricks an' Dicks

Heard ya workin' with the D’s, you a New York snitch

I’m tryin’a make a hundred mil', that’s New York rich

Back an' forth to Philly with these New York bricks

Niggas get jealous over New York quick

Ay hoe, wanna know, who the New York kid?

With the New York plates, on the bulletproof truck

Better chill or get by a New Yorker

(«And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again

Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10»)

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's

Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don’t end

(«And all my niggas in the pen, here we go again

Ain’t nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10»)

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's

Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit never ends

(«Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10»)

I got eleven MAC-11's, thirty-eight.38's

Nine 9's, ten MAC-10's, this shit don’t end

(«Ain't nothin'… «)

(«Ain't nothin'… «)

Let these niggas have it, son

(«Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a MAC-10»)

Alchemist, man

You know what it is, man