Take It Personal

[MAC-11]
Uh, yeah, fuck that up
I come to put it down
Rob, kill and destroy
Fuck you, your baby momma, your record label and your dead homeboy
You got me fucked up
I break you down like a bomb sack
Split your shit
Roll you up, and put some heat to that
Jump that ass like asses
Fool, you gets no passes
I can see clearly now
And I ain't even wearin' glasses
I'm from the East Side, where we ride
Niggas die, we stay high
Fuck a drive-by
I'm in your house with your family tied
Honey, I'm home so is this chrome and I kill her
Swellin' like your bitch in a Sherm sticc
Nigga what did you do to her?
I brutalize 'cause she was neutralized, don't need for [?]
Relax, buck so she hard
I want me no coins
I need the keys to your room
I'm sendin' the hoe to the tracks
And send your kids to a foster home
Death come quick
To a mark that don't know
But if you leave if I was you I take it personal

[Chorus x2]
Do you pay to play?
Now tell me how you parlay?
Do you down 'gnac?
Or swallow Tanqueray straight?
Do you love to kick it?
Do you hating any fashion?
If you fit the criteria
You be the nigga I be smashin'!

[MAC-11]
What's your name, baby?
And where you stay at?
Was your man locked up?
You shouldn't have never told me that
I know you're cravin' for some balls in your jaws, get it all
Don't pause down my dick, it's gettin' tall
Don't fall, turn around
Jack that ass up in the back, uh
Bitch, I'm young, bleek and strong and just drunk a fifth of 'gnac
I ain't thinkin' of comin', I'm tryna break some'
And bein' the nigga I am
MAC double 1, bitch, I'm takin some of that foully dust
Let me take and watch, ooh, your man got bombed here
I snatch the shit up out that closet
Put some ends in my pockets, bitch, I'm strugglin'
On parole but she don't know or won't know
'Cause I'm hustlin'
Pays me if you knew me, I know she wanna fuck
I ain't worried about her trippin', I got the bitch stuck, stuck
The pussy tight
The next time you ride, tell him I said he all right
Stay out of jail if you don't like it take it personal

(Chorus x2)

[MAC-11]
I'm just as dirty as they come
M-A-C double one
MAC-11 ain't no tellin' when it's 7 to get they yellin'
You gon' stop and listen
I can't afford to be missin'
No strikes is hazardous to my killin'
I ain't tryna see prison
You must be blind to the fact that I'm your baby pops
Don't make me act a
Muthafuckin' fool
When I walk in your spot
I got a rough lifestyle
Been gone for a while
But when he see me he smile
My lil' boy's runnin' wild
And you don't want to see me to see him grow, what's up with that?
You was the reason why I left, did you tell him that?
I know you raised him on your own when I was locked down
But I was hustlin' to take care of you when I got shut down
Shit like that I take personal
And you wanna trip
He got a carin' mom
But I'm his daddy, fuck that bullshit
And I ain't gotta fuck with you to take care of mine
You can't keep him in the winter and let me keep him in the summertime
If you run out
And take my boy away
I'm takin' it personal, bitch
And this is what I gotta say

(Chorus x2)