Return Of The Mac (Aka New York S***)

And all my niggas 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 shit don't end
 And all my niggas 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 shit never ends
 I'm on my New York shit
 Mobb Deep, nigga, Queens, New York shit
 Orange box cutter, that New York shit
 Guzzled the whole bottle, that's a New York sip
 My baby mom's from Brooklyn, my New York bitch
 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
 Niggas get mad, I pop in the clip
 And pop for they symbol on they New York fit
 With a rusty gun but the shit still spit
 Rubber bands on the handle, the New York grip
 And all my niggas 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 shit don't end
 And all my niggas 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 shit never ends
 Get on my New York shit
 And show these mo'fuckers 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
 Niggas 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 killed by a New Yorker
 And all my niggas 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 shit don't end
 And all my niggas 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 shit 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 shit don't end
 (Ain't nothin', ain't nothin')
 Let these niggas 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