Mac - Empire lyrics

[mac talking] Cut that ?simply? track off Give me a little volume in my headphones Turn the mic up a little bit n***a i cant here myself What? what? Alright Its ?macadon? off in this motherf**er Dj wop, klc Feel it [mac] First of all, n***a f** y'all y'all n***as aint sh** I'm the one who slash rappers and be f**ing they b**h I hate rappers who hate other rappers for making it Record labels be dickin n***as, n***as just be takin it Fakin it with videos, with pretty hoe's and limos But callin no limit tryin submit them f**in demos Fake a** n***as be hollin "keep it real" I got family n***a, keep it real to them god damn bills I give a f**, bout hip-hop the culture of the call This sh** is watered down like a scene from jaws I done been through all the phases, Tampered with all the styles, n***as done soldier hated, Mac retaliated Tell them n***as in back with semi-autos You dis me on wax, you might not see tomorrow I'm like zorro, i mark d.f.m on they back [and whats that] that mean dont f** wit mac They should've told you i was nothing nice As a matter of fact they should've told you i was nothing nice twice My rollie was dipped in ice, my g-ride was payed out Crib was layed out before my record was out Most of y'all go gold and never see a bank roll A hundred g's in the hole cause you sold your soul When your broke, your yellin at tru to hip-hop sh** I'm known damn well all you n***as tryin to get rich East, west, middle, south n***a we all the same We all speak the same sh** but with different type of slang So the next n***a talk about we country and weak I hope his momma catch cancer and die in her sleep What? 1-2-1-2 you get your crew, i get my crew and we can do what real n***as Do What? 1-2-1-2 you get your boo, i get my boo and they can do what real b**hes Do [mac talking] The camouflage a**a**in The no limit empire strikies back for all the haters What? We're no limit soldiers, i thought i told ya x7 We're no limit motherf**ing soldiers