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

[Hook: {2Pac sample}] 

[2Pac:] 
{"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 

[Verse 1: Prodigy] 
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 

[Hook:] 
{"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 

[Verse 2: Prodigy] 
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 killed by a New Yorker 

[Hook:] 
{"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 

[Outro:] 
{"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