Tom Cruise

[Verse 1]
Mystical Mac with the toolie, you know I be pushing the weight
It looks like a buffet the way I be [?] the plates
We stack 'em and pass 'em, my money is up so yo' hoe know the play
I'm a Southside G with the Southside lean and we pour it by the case
Man, I keep it a hundred 'cause I never flex
I'm runnin' my city, I don't cop a sweat
Homie, you know me, my style is [?]
Mike the Magician, man, that boy get to postin'
Shoulda built a campfire, 'cause he's nasty, gotta roast him, toast him
Hit 'em with the three-wheel motion
And today was a good day, brought the MAC-11 and there's money in my briefcase

[Verse 2]
Bitch I slip, then I slide
Mystic Mac with the '95 ride
Hold it down for a motherfuckin' playa
Trap phone buzzin', that's the Motorola Razr
I'ma cut you like you didn't make the team
Did you get the memo hangin' out the limousine?
Bitch, I gotta stay G and that's word to the team
Always hold it down when I step into the scene
Bitch, I'm [?] like Tyson
I don't got a sword, but you know I'm 'bout to slice 'em
Drag him in the river, now I'm lookin' like a priest
Baptising the fake, Pope be mentioning me
I'm on a mission now, that's Tom Cruise
Lookin' like the lunch lady 'cause get they know I got the juice
Grab the noose, let me tie it 'round y'all soft ass neck
Teach y'all a lesson about respect