Lyrics: Donell Barton
Music: Donell Barton
[Intro: Project Pat]
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
[Chorus: Project Pat and Crunchy Black]
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a...
[Verse 1: M.C. Mack]
A lotta niggas talk that shit and end up gettin' they wigs split
It's M.C Mack, a nigga known for smack-a-jackin' crackerjacks
Busta ass nigga run yo mouth and get yo' ass blown off
Watch me put my ski-mask on, **** my gat back trick, now drop it off
Lanes get very quick and tricks that tried to test they shit get stuffed and
Zipped up in a body bag to let you know yo' ass been had
Flodgin' weak ass niggas looking, throwing up the wrong sign
I'm staring at em like they J-Ko, bitch you ain't no friend of mine
Shoot a stupid sucka in a minute, don't you give a **** about another nigga, if he's bigger you should cap his ass
Nigga like the Mac'll smack a nigga like a nigga smack a bitch, you cluckaz, ain't no bustas
Smacking, crack a niggas dome with the handle of my chrome
So now you wishing you didn't run your licka nigga lane we popping Gon' see
Once again I got to show these lemons who they dealing with
Don't play me weak or soft 'cause all my niggas keep a ****ing yalk
Classify this lemon pillars, let's make a stain, shoot that thang
Like Crunchy said you stupid ho’s
Easy come and easy go, mother****er
[Chorus: Project Pat and Crunchy Black]
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a...
[Verse 2: M.C. Mack]
I'm hangin' in North Memphis with my niggas that be smellin' [?]
Got a Mac-10 on the side of my hip, 4 rudder pull lemon lane
Slide, bust a run and lip
Smoked that only ganja weed while sittin' back sippin' on Hennessey
I'm higher than 3 birds and a kite
I'm thinkin', blinkin', also creep
And I grab my yalk and load that shit
And see what snitch gon' start some shit
Jump like you get [?], close yo eyes while the melon trick make a wish
Got Teflon in yo lungs and now you gaspin' for your last breath
Young nigga tryna out run some hollow tips
Well trick you and took yo last step
See busta niggas run they mouth and eventually get they cranium cracked
By MC Mack, we rob and stain and stick 'em up, hoe what you get?
My nine don't have no feelings as I'm dishin' out those hollow thangs
Triple 6 gimme some family killer clan and snitches cannot manage
Scopin', poppin', droppin', bust a trick
We rob you for your weed and blew the smoke off in yo face
Now bitch you shouldn't have shit to say
Run you licker nigga, Mack will always keep a tone
For sucka, clucka, busta, mother****er, chrome thing to yo dome
[Chorus: Project Pat and Crunchy Black]
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
Point me a tone, right dead at ya dome fool
Easy come, easy go, easily I shot you ho
[Outro: Project Pat]
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a tone right dead at ya dome fool
Point me a, point me a, point me a, point me a...