The S*** That Will F*** with Your Brain Boy

Mac Shot fired up the weed (Zesty)

Nicole on the scanner had heard the word

That D was caught in a high speed (Now that's drama)

In a cell with no bail, so what can I say?

Caught a case of seventeen on his way to YA

Yeah, Solano County sheriffs tried to get with my brother's program

But you know that I know that Mac D-Shot don't give a damn

This is the shit that will fuck with your brain, boy

It's the shit that will fuck with your brain

This is the shit that will fuck with your brain, boy

It's the shit that will drive you insane

It's about cash, cars, hoes, money

Coke, weed, beer and the shit ain't funny

I've been around this type of shit all my life

A nigga can't tell me shit about the price

It's like a school, fool, and I get paid

Haven't any room for any teacher's aide

The bullets that I drop are hot like gonorrhea

See ya

Never learn, and so you burn, my friend

And now you know that niggas wasn't even jokin', man

Niggas try to join my clique so they can get with me

Come to find out the faculty has no vacancy

Ain't that a trip? Ain't that a bummer?

Man, those motherfuckers tried and applied last summer

His bitch is on my tip, man, I can't shake her

I'll send her to the track, tell her come back with paper

I mean mail (Mail?), another word for money (Oh)

I want it fat like King Kong Bundy

Pager boomin' seriously, material bitch in agony

Wantin' me to penetrate the crevice very badly

Get with the program, slut, you're just interruptin'

There's way too many squeezers out there wantin' me to fuck

The Bay Area, my brother, that's where the real shit happens

Niggas don't be barkin', just mackin' and cappin'

Slappin' hoes, triple Daytons and Vogues

Top hat strikin' in the '89 Rolls

Never would let a nigga play me like I'm bad dope

Oh, and my haircut is done by London Pope

D, go get the four-door, mob, station wagon (Like that?)

On the double, 'cause niggas can't be laggin'

Load up the back with the gats, we need a boatload of ammo

This shit is real, not the movie Commando

And this'll be the light-'em-up scandal, and when I'm done

See what I'm talkin' 'bout? Don't take the wrong route

You try to get in the mix and get took out

Yeah, far as you tryna fuck with niggas, man

Who really and truly can't get fucked with, man

You don't understand

It's way too serious on this north side of Cali, man

But you don't hear me 'cause you think this shit is funny

It's about cash, cars, hoes, money

Coke, weed, beer and the shit ain't funny

I've been around this type of shit all my life

A nigga can't tell me shit about the price

Thirteen-eight of cake, it ain't fade

Sliced and wrapped in thirty-six fuckin' ways

Sold to the public, to the boys, to the gangsters

Crews, staff, tribes, clans, cliques, and pranksters

Break down the D, cut it up in Folgers

The brothers with the hearts that roll in my car soldiers

Now I'm gonna stall and pause and take a sip

And finish the remainings of the forty that I ripped

How about that?