Big Mac-11

"Welcome to McDonald's, may I take you order?"

(Verse 1: Bootleg)
I want a fully loaded Big Mac
And bitch that ain't on the menu
This Mac is a fully loaded MAC-11 bullet in you
So I advise you hit the floor, ho
My road dog, code name Baby-O, close the right door
There was a hero in the crowd, I saw her body twitch
I spark the trigger she's a bloody and a happy bitch
Over the counter there's some skinny, white, crying slut
No time for witness so I bust her with the rifle butt
And now the manager is trying to negotiate
He's choking blood from the bullets that he ate-en, huh
My MAC-11 got you're whole city under siege
Big MAC-11 taking over this here Mickey D's
Some friendly customer didn't understand what I was saying
I had to pop that ho to show these bitches I ain't playing
I heard a sound, some fool was running for the fucking door
I opened fire, bet that bitch'll never run no more
SWAT team was barking
And they said they had the place surrounded
Hid some explosives and I'm glad them stupid bitches found it Slipped out the back and now I'm headed over to KFC
Because there's some Colonel
On the set who's got some beef with me
Walked through the door
And I commenced to let them bitches have it
I'm busting static, reaping havoc with this automatic
Screaming and hollering hoes cried when they saw me pull it
Patriots down for me, send my MAC-11 bullets
Shut the fuck up bitch
Meet my big MAC-11

(Hook: Shoestring)
Big MAC-11 motherfucker, you're facing the gauge
Worse then the tiger in the cage, you're feeling the rage
I got my hand on this trigger, I'm killing you nigga
Big MAC-11 on that ass, the bigger the figure
Who shoots through glass, shoot through houses
And shoot through your ass
When I grew up I had a dream, just haul off and blast
Now I get paid for sending hoes to Hell or Heaven
I'm throwing 'bows, smacking hoes with this MAC-11

(Verse 2: Shoestring)
Big MAC-11 I'm going to send you hoes to Hell or Heaven
Stalking that ass like a motherfucking drunk Reverend
This Halloween I bought the gauge and I'ma go for mine
Blew off his face, picked up the phone, he tried to dial a 9
It ain't no calling up the cops, bitchy your line is dead
Big MAC-11 need to bust you in your fucking head
A rifle butt, you was bloody, that was so fucked up
I'll chase you fast, I'm on his ass in a diesel truck
Honking them horns, sending threats to my CB speaker
I wanted to kill him, I shot holes in the fucking beeper
Called up my boy, he had some beef, I had to write about it
He's telling me that we're going to die
I told my boy, "I doubt it."
Wrapped up them gauges in the 'Lac
And we're going to end the sorrow
They die today if they planned on killing us tomorrow
The B-I-G-M-A-C with the double 1
I told the mac you got a motherfucking handgun
Blast on them bitches from a drop top
Innocent bystanders better duck or get that ass shot
Two up in this motherfucker heated up and ready
I don't kill niggas for nothing, I blast for the fetti
I heard you think you're tough
You're lifting weights and looking built
You've been drinking too much milk
You've been dressing up in silk
Don't be fucking with these killers
Send that ass to Hell or Heaven
I've been pistol whipping niggas with this fucking MAC-11
Big MAC-11

Meet my big MAC-11

(Hook)