Ah yeah, MC Mack for life, the underboss, Supreme Bean, Volume 6, the grand finale.I dedicate this song to all the fallen soldiers.Rest in peace, Lil Kool. Rest in peace, Lord Infamous. Rest in peace, Kooster n***a.Rest in peace, Lil' Nick. Rest in peace, Kenny, North North Cox, AKA the Joker, man.This one for y'all n****s, man. You know what I'm sayin'? Let's go. Kamikaze!Don't buy no sucker, nor bust a a** n***a. We's about to hustle.So I just kick on back, ride slow with a fallin' foe.Pacio, Pacio, Pacio.Don't buy no sucker, nor bust a a** n***a. We's about to hustle.So I just kick on back, ride slow with a fallin' foe.Don't buy no sucker, nor bust a a** n***a. We's about to hustle.Pacio, Pacio, Pacio.Y'all b****es always ask me why I call myself a mac.Because I was discovered by one or two like a pimp. I got b****es on the track.When the truth is on the beat, they put them snitches on they back.Your game on tape was just a flop. I'm gettin' riches off my rack.N****s ain't ***in' with my coalition. Some of the n****s know the mission.I'm tippin' to shut your s**t down like it was Prohibition. Murderous maternal vision.Steppin' to mass, I'm a killer, and it's goin' digital. I'm a leader, and I'm a general.I'm rappin' pimpin' to the bullets. I'm workin' b****es for they money and power.I hustle just like every day, 365. I've been called a outsider for the birds.Ain't no lie, you can see the hustle in my eyes. This s**t is real.I ain't just talkin' bout it, f**k n****s. I've been on the field.And I'm Memphis where the killers at. I'm on and runnin', sellin' coupes, pills, and counterfeits.Grandmas are runnin' with my brother. Man, we really livin'.If you ain't hustlin', then you got here just to fool with s**t.These n****s fly. These n****s spy. These n****s are f**kin' with informant guys.I'ma pop my whip, and I'ma ride clean. Pullin' up in Jacktown, bitch, I'm fly.Goin' city city, never showin' no pity. I'ma get down to the nitty gritty.When I pull up, n****s, I'm ridin' clean. N****s hatin', dawg, cause I'm fly.Spittin' up a glove of cheese, you gotta praise me.Move up to it, you droppin' till 100 degrees. I'ma cross the country and grind deep.Keepin' Kaboom with my Rhyme Me.A lot of n****s a whole bunch of hoes and toes. And I'm changin' hoes, just like I'm changin' clothes.Go ahead with your n****s, and let my story told.If you look in my eyes, it's like I'm justin' your bra.So I just keep goin' back, ridin' slow with a powder coat.Posse yo, posse yo, posse yo.Don't bother suckin' no above thighs. N****s, we's about to hustle.Don't bother suckin' no above thighs. N****s, we's about to hustle.Listen, yo, let's talk dope, bitch. I know n****s, that's hoe***.You bastards, can't see me with glasses. I'm way out of your focus.High as hell when I wrote this. Troll blowin' a coke for a few.In the north world, I'm posted. That's why I'm so ferocious.You control it, but I'm the first one that's spoken.Might take a ***, I'ma walk a lit. And this is just a docus.I'm free with the money, I'm ropin'. Might be on the mind, I'm dropin'.But don't get it twisted, I keep a big pussy for a pussy-ass n****s, I'm votin'.Presidents, presidents. All I want is presidents.N****s stuntin' at the club, I track them to his residence.Hockey mad, on your ass. Easy come and easy go.Catch me while my pockets low. When it's all on your ass, I go green light.I go hard for that check, so I expect I stay green light.You told me never stop, just go collect. Tryna dodge a pussy, n****s, so my car won't be collect.Leg down, leg home. You hoes better point your where's at.I be all about my hustle. I be sellin' quarters and hands.When you was bull***tin', I was runnin' up that bag.Don Vito, stackin' C-notes, got these haters sick and mad.I be trappin' out, don't ban those. Smellin' fingers to the vet.Cause I'm all about my bread. Ain't no creep to shoot that leg.Kamikaze in this bitch, might not know you suck a skate.So you better keep prepared, cause you n****s battle rough.I should know what's they scrap, with that mother***in' gun.I hustle up, grade A, certified money killer.Pray with em, if it ain't my money, I can't deal with your ***er.Suck a mother***er, they ain't even on my level.Want me and my n****s for a feature, it's a hunnid dollar.Where you from, who are you? Homie, I don't *** with you.Just cause you cool with my lil' brother, now we ain't cool too.Bull***, I ignore it, *** the top bitch, I'ma show it.Big n***a with a big pistol, I ain't scared to throw it.Sean Peter Dunn, the youngest hustler around.From pimpin' to sellin' verses, I think I deserve a crown.I'm servin' plenty of game, you lames ain't in my lane.I'm pimpin' so official, I'm sellin' five to a plane.I'm a North Memphis n***a, grew up in her village.8th Street bound, posted with a bunch of rich n****s.Free my brother Monty, Main Street's really missin' the game.Think I'ma hustle that n***a, so why no dog train?OG, everybody know me.Get it in with my squad and I ain't talkin' police.Reminiscin' on the times and the way it used to be.N***a killin' on the internet, but pushin' usually.David Ruffin in the rap game, I like that old ***.*** these young hoes, I'm ***in' with a old bitch.I got them old ways, damn, I miss them old days.A million corners in the hood, buyin' OJs.Crank a gang, smoke a sack, kick back like a player, man.The way I rep the city, you would think I was a ***, man.Alka-peasy, alka-pone, stick out the line, feel the beat, let's go.Watchin' Alpha 6, talkin' n****s out here full of cone.You ask the question, why?Bitch, you know it's do or die.Bitch, you know who took these n****s on a lyrical drive-by.You're listenin' to an OG.If you don't know me and lookin' for some validation,bitch, go do your history.I kill a man, I kill a clan for the causey.Point me a tome to your thong, this a robbery.You dead if you start trippin' with a daddy green.If you scared, go to church, so I'ma even see.Bitch, I'm all about my hustle, what the *** you mean?M.C. Mack the underboss, spurt up a high ring.Lock him in a trunk, I roll the city with a body.Let's make a statement, split the profit with the pie.Some n****s say they want that drama, you don't wanna go there with me.Ain't no killer, but don't tell me, yeah, I keep that heater with me.Locked and loaded all the time.You didn't catch the punchline, let me say it one more time.You don't wanna *** with us.Fat boy ain't the label, n***a, we be on that major ***.I'm a classic killer, clean and closet.D-Ball bitches, bitch, from Dayton down to Texas.Back to Memphis on our money.She just knowin' damn well that you n****s cannot *** with us.We been gettin' money consistently.Skinny pimp, that's who I be.Got big blood with Trinity.Dope boys with Hercules.Young n****s, that'll get it all.We on our own damn business, dawg.Make good in every hood.Turn a false hoe to a boss, dawg.Young hitters lookin' up to us.They'll shoot you up just to roll with us.Don't make me send them patients at you.Percocet and Heroic.Put your ass in the back seat.Don't look at me this way, make believe.Give me some, we'll make your family grieve.I'm allergic to haters, don't make me sneeze.To the city, tryna make some cheese.Sippin' on gin and smokin' weed.We ain't gotta hype up, yes indeed.Enough to put me in a deep sleep.I must ever be isocaine.This your next year, the rest of my life.Until you beat me in some dice.I might snatch my money nice.Cause alcohol got me paranoid.N****s be thinkin' I'm overdosed.But when I pull that Pilsner grip.N****s, it's too late, you've been killed.Shouldn't have got off in this mess.Now I hope your soul is blessed.Cause when I saw you earlier before.N****s was lookin' like,I've been all about my hustle.Reppin' Memphis tears straight from the start.Bumpin' with the triple six.Homies 6,000.Bar that bar.Even on cassettes.And think that I MC Mack.I split your weed.N****s on them Memphis bricks.I cut your ass in slices.Redditus this auto crisis.N****s are more deadlier than ISIS.When I'm on them Bud-Ices.You deal with the killer clan.Cause I been in this game for so long.Yeah, yeah.This *** get deeper than the words you hear in his soul.So posse up, up, up, up, up.Mother***er, nigga.Look at me, nigga.Bow.Bow.Bow.Bow.Bitch.