[Verse 1: Ad Kapone]
I'm not a fairy tale, I rock the mic very well
My hand on a trigga n***a, making much mail
Off the rap song, never have a craft song
They like losing money, n***as will get stared on
By AOB thugster, known around town as the neighborhood mugster
I slang D and bring G's in the pocket, she roaring like a lion and i'm soaring like a rocket
Young b**hes on the jock of the Ad-Man, i would hit you with a left but that's my bad hand
I'm the ace senior face, why you trying me?
The Insane, Direct from the Backstreet
Might be [?] sh** up proper
But could give a f** about a b**h or a copper
Young gangster from the heart of the dark side, the AOB's in the house and i'm on high
Young raw a** hustler with a fat dick, no time for a who*e i'm trying to stack b**h
Ad Capone [?] out the ho with a new clown, took a G,[?] midtown
And for the men low on a tramp hoe, try to play the ace but that's alright though
f** around with the Ad ain't nothing nice, the AOB is the code to the strong side
Don't get me wrong ain't nothing we could [?], the n***as make mail and the b**hes don't play
I ain't talking sh** about saint [?] live, this going out to the whole four and five
To L.A. , Bombay , and New York too, something to slam out when you going [?]
Two stoges two [?] keep making mail, this is gangster rhyme n***a not a fairy tale
[Verse 2: Ad Kapone]
Don't bring Anna b**h you better save the drama, i ain't nothing nice you better go and ask your momma
She know the dick is good, don't get me mis-understood, i have the crown while I'm [?] her like Robbin Hood
Stealing from a b**h and give in to a who*e, oops stealing from the rich and give-in to the poor
To break south when i pull the fat dick out, the co*k is [?] Ima stick this dick in her mouth
I asked Flam and Flam it's flammable, Mac said it's hot enough to light a candle
So ima past and keep on counting cash, your on a dash to add your just trash
Been a maggot a** hoe all your damn life, settle down or be a black mans wife
But not mine cause I don't like your kind, told your friends your going [?] Ad b**h
No more Mr. Nice Guy
[Verse 3: Mac-10]
Yo it's me!
Back on the mic flowing some [?] sh**, n***as just locked on my nuts with a tight grip
Left [?] while i came back with something new, and now they're to jock me, the M-A-C
Swinging on my nuts [?] breezy, a different girl everyday a different time every season
Make no mistake to get caught up, you'd respect my main hood the way i was brought up
Showing no mercy on you b**hes, a different hoes on they neck they jamming draws on [?]
You play the game or you'll checkmate, you get frustrated cause [?] get slayed
So carry on s**a you can't handle, put you in the dark [?] light a candle
So now your left all alone you start screaming, but everybody is gone
Now you know whose in charge, its the Mac-10 young n***a so cop a squat
You know the rules so learn to obey, even though you can't handle the way
[Verse 4: Mac 10]
Mo money, Mo money b**h what the f** is wrong, I'm sitting in the cut drinking [?] get gone
You b**hes all jerkin talking about you getting raw, my n***a TC straight steal to the jaw
It ain't nothing new it's just and everyday thing, you b**hes going back and forth its all the same
My n***a can't stay on his b**h without a [?] , you stupid a** b**hes is the mother f**ing cause
I'm letting hoes know they gotta slide to the right, cause left is the jeff and n***a just might
[?] is the sweet, give a b**h a little twist, like my homie had to give a b**h a fat stitch
Clipping ain't nothing hoe i got to keep a fat bank, a short [?] of hen a pack of fat dank
Cause if it ain't money hoe, it's all about me i fade stupid b**hes that be jocking for the green
Rollin on [?] is a part of my life, I'm not giving you money b**h you ain't my wife
I'm a money making n***a yous a money maggot b**h, going for my pocket trying to get me for my grits
You would take a n***a and straight [?] do him, but i ain't got no time for you [?]
The [?] is the place and the [?] is what i spoke, the line is the rhyme and there is No more Mr. Nice Guy