Steezin’ on ’Em

Lyrics

[Intro: Mac Mall] Macn Comin' through cutthroat crazy, you feel me? ("You know my steez") [Verse 1: Mac Mall] I got astrophysic pimp shit, that gifted authentic misfit Trip like lifted, crack helmets, some cutthroats get rich The Crestside I'm committed and all my biscuits got extendeds If I'm within it, we split, with the quickness Leave no witness, out in boonies diggin' ditches In Bay waters, sleep with fishes, knock your teeth out with some wrenches Won't be ID'd by no dentist, your own mama won't know who you be I murder mac from Triple-C, hell, I have been 707, Crestside cutthroat cuddie, yee Yee 'til all my cuts free 'Til we ain't gettin' on them triggers, puttin' fuck niggas to sleep 'Til them bitches pop that pussy for a real nigga like me On my level, don't trip, motherfucker, I'm Kool Keith On my level, don't trip, motherfucker, I'm Kool Keith Follow me now, fuck around and you'll be layin' six feet deep Man, straight mobbin' with the heat And you niggas know my steez [Chorus: Mac Mall] I stay steezin' on 'em Steezin' on 'em Steezin' on 'em And if it's 'bout the cash, then I'ma seize the moment Now that's steezin' on 'em Steezin' on 'em Steezin' on 'em And if it's 'bout the cash, then I'ma seize the moment Now that's steezin' on 'em [Verse 2: Ray Luv] The slicker the talk on pimpers to poles The quicker she get off the liquor and bowl The quicker she kick off her shoes and the clothes And that's how we turn 'em like Zeniths and vogues Bitch, you gon' learn what it meant when you chose Trick, I'm a permanent pimp in a zone Bet I'm gon' earn me a bill' 'fore I'm gone Nothin' concern me, I'm permanently on Thoroughly gone, killin' for riches like Sierra Leone (Thoroughly gone) Thoroughly gone, leave 'em in ditches, they buried with chrome Me and my niggas is all that we listen to, all that we on We fought for them figures and that's why triggers be callin' you home Picture a nigga who live what he spit when he come from the turf Fuck all these snakes, I'm a mongoose, I'm on you, I come from the dirt All of these bitches is liars, most of these niggas is too None of you niggas is riders, none of you bitches is true Ray ain't no front, I check 'em for breakfast, I break 'em for brunch Make 'em pay for a lunch A winner for dinner, I do what I say and I say what I want The 7-O-Savage, don't get it, we got it, I can't even front I rap 'til I die, I only take one 'til the end of the blunt [Chorus: Mac Mall] I stay steezin' on 'em Steezin' on 'em Steezin' on 'em And if it's 'bout the cash, then I'ma seize the moment Now that's steezin' on 'em Steezin' on 'em Steezin' on 'em And if it's 'bout the cash, then I'ma seize the moment Now that's steezin' on 'em