MC Tree G - 10 MAC 11'S

{Verse}
Ten mac 11s, about eight .38s
Ten 10s, yeah we stuff 'em sell 'em to fiends
That's the hustle, show up at the party Montcler
Bubble, told 'em put their hands in the air
Eight .38s, nine 9s, ten thousand in fives, twenty thousand in dimes
I'm a hustle
Trying to get a hundred thousand a month, a hundred thousand to stunt
My niggas said a hundred thousand ain't nothing (?...)
Real niggas invited, who the fuck then let you in
And when we come together we stick together, the UN
(?...) say my bags the biggest well get your tool then
Shorty riding 'round (?...) he can shoot it
Rather shoot out
My inner circle got the fool out
I am the shit but never threw out
Niggas is sick they got the flu now
I can't throw fits unless it's two thou
But you, you're mine for real
And I got what dude got but dude got a deal
And I ain't like Tupac but do pop for real
The city got eight .38s, nine 9s sitting outside
Niggas ready to slide screaming fuck you niggas
I said I got ten mac 11s send a nigga to heaven on the seven
Either that or the nine
Nevermind
Got a couple of niggas to shoot couple of niggas to loot
Couple of niggas do whatever I tell 'em, fucking cool
Got a couple bitches my boo, couple bitches for you
Couple bitches bi, couple bitches by bye baby
And I heard they shot up your cars you writing bars about it
I sent two niggas through in a coupe to fire at it
They say the cocktail went to boomin' and the fools piled out it
I'm taling about the cigarette you ignorant
And niggas might get killed for it but
I got eight mac 11s
And if that shit jam grab the seven
You know that 35 nigga fire
And if I had twelve .22s that shit gon' have to do
We still gon' shoot
It's still fuck you and then your crew