Macksray Beats?

Verse 1:

Another day, in the lab, fuckin' with the music (Fuckin' with the music)
You know me, it ain't nothin', I just get to it (I just get to it)
Red Rida, I'mma fool n***a best believe it (I'm the realest)
What the fuck you mean about it n***a you the weakest (You the weak-ass n***a?)
I'm a genius, the cleanest, even the meanest
Fuck you yo' main bitch she lick on my penis (On my penis, n***a!)
You the type of moafucka that's gone always missin' (Damn!)
You don't care about a sucka that you still gon' kiss it (You's a sucka...)
Old sucka-ass n***a, type o' n***a is you? (Type o' n***a is you?)
You the type of n***a that, can't hang wit' the crew (No that's out)
You the type o' moafucka wearin' the fake jewelry (Wearin' fake-ass n***a)
You the type o' n***a that a n***a take yo' jewelry (Give that shit up!)
Me, they gon' have to take me to the jury (To the jury)
12 in the box n***a they gon' feel the fury (Hraaa!)
You already know, my name be (Red Rida)
You already know, the game G

Chorus:

Most these n***as be rappin' they gettin' writer's block
But with me, it don't matter if I write or not
You wanna know why n***a 'cause I'm so fuckin' heated
Of what the streets been missin' of what the fuck is needed
Just what you thought was safe n***a it's really not
I'm cold than a mothafucka wait I'm really hot
Red Ridin' as usual just know the program
Everytime I do my shit you know I'm goin' ham
Verse Duce:

Here I come, just like giddy up (Yeehaw!)
Make sure, you my n***a, when you hit me up (It's me my n***a!)
Look, don't be throwin' up no wrong signs (No, don't do that!)
Know this not, Mitchy Slick, but you fuckin' with the wrong kind (Woo woo, woop!)
When it come to the grind, I been on mine (I been on mine)
I got to get it my n***a you know I want mine (It is me!)
Add it up, bag it up and don't be show changin' (Don't be show changin', n***a)
Walk away, with the brick, like I'm dope slangin' (I can do that)
Learn from the big homie this a gangsta get up (What up bitch?)
Little n***a slow your rolls I'm tryin' to make it nice (That's out)
Fakin' funny gangsta turnin' to a dangerous turn (To a dangerous turn)
If I was you, I would cheated, it's major passin' (Major)
You don't bee what's goin' on, just take a look (N***a look)
Everyday another mothafucka gettin' booked (N***as bookin')
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no fingerprints you goin' to jail (All the way to jail)
I'm talkin' about a first class trip straight to Hell (Straight to Hell)

Chorus:

Most these n***as be rappin' they gettin' writer's block
But with me, it don't matter if I write or not
You wanna know why n***a 'cause I'm so fuckin' heated
Of what the streets been missin' of what the fuck is needed
Just what you thought was safe n***a it's really not
I'm cold than a mothafucka wait I'm really hot
Red Ridin' as usual just know the program
Everytime I do my shit you know I'm goin' ham
Verse 3:

I never knew what peace was like (no idea), only what the streets was like (yep), so I grew up in the street life (In the Bottoms!)
I remember in the 4th grade Lil' Reddy told me (That's my n***a)
"We gon' never be no bustas that's my real homies" (That's right!)
I kept my word on out, and I still stand
I put that shit to the side I got some real players (On some real shit)
To bring the peace to the universe if I can (Shit if I can!)
'Cause I can easily grab my strap and go and get my mail (Imagine that)
I'm not no hateful individual (shit no I'm not), I'm not miserable (Nuh-huh)
I just dump like a sucka it's the principle (Oh with it, n***a)
I'm a different type o' n***a rollin' straight to the point
No beatin' around the bush, no subliminals, n***a (Uh-huh)
I'm from the Menace so the hat gang CMG (Woop)
A long time ago n***as they still remember me (Ay wassup my n***a?)
I won't body but really it's like ten o' me (Like ten o' me)
And that where I lost you at, you's a mystery (Old mystery-ass n***a)

Outro:

Big Mamba, Mafia Mike, what up my n***as, Bottomvillain Porter? Killer n***a Worldwide M's