EZ Come, EZ Go

[Intro: Project Pat]
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome, fool

[Chorus: Project Pat and Crunchy Black]
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoes
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoes
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoes
Point me a--point me a--point me a--point me a--

[Verse 1: M.C. Mack]
A lotta niggas talk that shit, and end up gettin' they wigs split
It's M.C Mack, a nigga known for smackin', jackin' crackerjacks
Busta ass nigga, run yo mouth, and get yo ass blowed off
Watch me put my ski-mask on, cock my gat back, trick, now drop it off
Lames get buried quick, and tricks that try to test, they nuts get stuffed and
Zipped up in a body bag to let you know yo ass been had
Flodgin' weak ass niggas lookin', throwin' up the wrong sign
I'm staring at 'em like they J-Ko, bitch, you ain't no friend of mine
Shoot a stupid sucka in a minute, don't you give a fuck about another nigga, if he's bigger you should cap his ass
Nigga like the Mac'll smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you cluckas, stain a busta
Smackin', crack a niggas dome with the handle of my chrome
So now you wishin' you didn't run your liquor nigga lane we poppin'
Gon' see once again I got to show these lemons who they dealin' with
Don't play me weak or soft, 'cause all my niggas keep a fuckin' yawk
Classify this lemon peelers, let's make a stain, shoot that thang
Like Crunchy said, you stupid hoes, "EZ come and EZ go", bitch

[Chorus: Project Pat and Crunchy Black]
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoes
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoes
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoes
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoes
Point me a--point me a--point me a--point me a--

[Verse 2: M.C. Mack]
I'm hangin' in North Memphis with my niggas that be snortin' that P
Got a MAC-10 on the side of my hip, for a rudy poot lemon lame side, bust a runnin' lip
Smoked out on that ganja weed, while sittin' back sippin' on Hennessey
I'm higher than three birds and a kite, I'm thinkin', blinkin', also creepin'
I grab my yawk and load that bitch and see what snitch gon' start some shit
Jump like you got anna, close yo' eyes while the [?] trick, make a wish
Got Teflon in yo lungs and now you gaspin' for yo' last breath
Young nigga tryin' to out run some hollow tips, well trick, you done took yo' last step
See busta niggas run they mouth, but eventually get they cranium cracked
By M.C. Mack, we rob, and stain, and stick 'em up, ho, what you got?
My nine don't have no feelin's as I'm dishin' out those hollow thangs
Triple 6, Gimisum Family, Killa Klan and snitches cannot manage
Scopin', poppin', droppin', busta trick, we rob you for yo weed
And blew the smoke off in yo face, now bitch, you shouldn't have shit to say
Run your pussy liquor nigga, Mack will always keep a tone
For a sucka, clucka, busta, mothafucka: chrome thing to yo dome

[Chorus: Project Pat and Crunchy Black]
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoes
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome, fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoes

[Outro: Project Pat]
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a--point me a--point me a--point me a--