What nigga drop that shit
  Soldier say K L
  These fake ass rap niggaz thought I lost it yet
  I'm bout to let these old bitch ass niggaz know I got a game in my vein
  
  Verse 1: Mac
  Murda murda I wrote it in braile
  Uncut lyrical dope certified by my scale
  The homicide rapper there'll never be another after
  The Mac's rapture I represent that's what I'm on the map for
  Who the fuck gonna fuck with the scandalous
  1 8-7 on these mothafuckin amateurs of rap
  Feel the wrath of a nigga who bust
  Makin my clique the shit, bitches wanna discuss
  ?Platonic?, the lyrical killins don't got no motives
  In this, in my vein, ain't no way I can control it
  When this inside of me is as deadly as them niggas
  You know the ones who killed them boys and dumped the body in the river
  I enter the place, ski mask covered my face
  If they pass me the mic, I'm gonna catch a case
  In this mothafucka ya heard of me
  ?T-T and herb hit the spot?
  All the niggas I know is Shell Shocked
  
  Chorus: Mac
  I got the game in my vein
  Won't change
  I got the game in my vein
  Won't change
  I got the game in my vein
  Won't change
  I got it, I got it
  
  Verse 2: Mac
  I was born in it and represented
  The sinister words of murder was the sons of bitches who was wit it
  Never die, my motto, fatigue my sheet
  Big Wise that's my nigga, Psycho Ward is my clique
  Affiliated with cash, got my foot on the gas
  Tailgatin real fast, through my sun roof my verbal gun shoot
  Them scriptures, paint the pictures
  We believe was cops tryin to catch me like receivers
  Scream my name, to all these bitches who be hard to tame
  Momma said it's a shame, poppa gave me the game
  Experience a soldier, my heart pumps battle fluid
  You wanna go to war let's get to it
  Mac-a-don, put you on teflon style of murder
  Deadly as the killer kyle in your hamburger
  Till they bury me black, wrapped up in street camo
  I rock the microphone strapped off with street ammo
  
  Chorus: Mac
  I got the game in my vein
  Won't change
  I got the game in my vein
  Won't change
  I got the game in my vein
  Won't change
  I got the game in my vein
  Won't change
  
  Verse 3: Mac
  I'm the bad nigga from the bricks
  Blood on my kicks
  Camoflauged niggas never die, we drop hits
  I spit the gospel, to all of my mothafuckin apostles
  Mac as potent as the coke snortin in your nostrils
  I minister, words of a mothafuckin sinister
  Transform into Liu Kang and finish ya
  Nigga put me in the game I'ma show you my sports
  Witness the street level on the b-ball court
  Bitch I'ma die wit it, cause it's a part of my vein
  Hear that word camoflauge when you hear my name
  So tell them niggas I'm back affiliated, enemy lines are penetrated
  My niggas wit me
  You cook me up, put me in the pipe, hit me
  Spread me in every ghetto, every city, I get busy
  And buck, my name Mac remember that, I drop rhymes
  Nigga it's Mac as if you missed it the first time nigga
  Woah 7x