The Prodigy - Return Of The Mac (Dirty) lyrics

And all my n***as in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this sh** don't end And all my n***as in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this sh** never ends I'm on my New York sh** Mobb Deep, n***a, Queens, New York sh** Orange box cutter, that New York sh** Guzzled the whole bottle, that's a New York sip My baby mom's from Brooklyn, my New York b**h Got that coke on Broadway, that New York flip Hoes down South love my New York accent And cheat on their man for some New York dick n***as get mad, I pop in the clip And pop for they symbol on they New York fit With a rusty gun but the sh** still spit Rubber bands on the handle, the New York grip And all my n***as in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this sh** don't end And all my n***as in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this sh** never ends Get on my New York sh** And show these mo'f**ers what New York is Twelve homicides in a New York minute Take a trip up top for a New York visit NYPD, New York Pricks and Dicks Heard ya workin' with the D's, you a New York snitch I'm tryin'a make a hundred mil' that's New York rich Back and forth to Philly with these New York bricks n***as get jealous over New York quick Ay hoe, wanna know, who the New York kid? With the New York plates, on the bulletproof truck Better chill or get k**ed by a New Yorker And all my n***as in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this sh** don't end And all my n***as in the pen, here we go again Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this sh** never ends Ain't nothin', ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10 I got eleven Mac 11's, thirty eight 38's Nine 9's, ten Mac 10's, this sh** don't end (Ain't nothin', ain't nothin') Let these n***as have it, son (Ain't nothin' separatin' us from a Mac 10) Alchemist, man You'll know what it is, man Gonna check this, let's do it Ya all, since back then, we return with the Mac 10