Big Mac 11 Lyrics

Welcome to McDonalds my i take you order!?

I want a fully loaded big mac
and bitch that ain't on the menu
this mac is a fully loaded Mac-11 bullet in you
so i advise you hit the floor hoe.
My road dog code name baby O close the white door
there was a hero in the crowd i saw her body twitch
i pulled the trigger shes a bloody and a happy bitch
over the counter there's some skinny white cryin' slut
no time for bitches so i busta with the rifle butt
and now the manager is tryin' to negotiate
he chokin' blood from the bullets that he ate'in, huh!
My Mac-11 got you whole city under siege
big Mac-11 taken over this and Mickey D's
Some friendly customer didn't understand what i was sayin'
i had to pop that ho to show you bitches i ain't playin'
i heard a sound some fool was runnin' for the fuckin' door
i opened fire bet that bitch 'ill never run no more
swat team was barkin' and they said they had the place surrounded
hid some explosives and I'm glad the stupid bitches found it
slipped out the back and now I'm headed over to KFC
cause there's some kernel on the set who's got some beef with me
walked through the door and i commenced to let them bitches have it.
I'm bustin' static reapin' havoc with this automatic.
screamin' and hollerin' ho's, cryin when they saw me pull it
patriots dyin' for this semi Mac-11 bullet

SHUT THE FUCK UP BITCH!!

CHORUS
meet my big Mac-11
big Mac-11 muthafucka you facin' the gauge
worse than the Tiger in the cage you feelin' the rage
i got my hand on this trigger I'm killin' you nigga
big Mac-11 on that ass the bigger the figure
who shoots through glass, shoot through houses and shoot up your ass
when i grew up i had a dream just walk up and blast
now i get paid for sendin' ho's to hell or heaven
I'm throwin' bowls smackin' ho's with this Mac-11

Big Mac-11 im a send you ho's to Hell or HeavenDayton Family - Big Mac 11 - http://motolyrics.com/dayton-family/big-mac-11-lyrics.html
stalkin' that ass like a muthafuckn' drunk Reverened
This Halloween i brought the gauge and im'a go for mine
blew of his face, picked up the phone he tried to dial the 9'
it aint no callin up the cops, picture your line is dead!
Big Mac-11 even bust you in your fucken head
a rifle butt you was bloody that was so fucked up
I'll chase ya Fed im on his ass in the Desil truck
hawking them horns sending them threats through my CD speaker
i wanted to kill 'em i shot ho's in the fucken beeper
called up my boy had some beef I had to write about it
tellin' me that we gon die, i told my boy i doubt it
grabbed up the Gauge's and the Mac's and we gon end the sorrow
they die today if they plan on killin' us tomorrow
the B.I.G, M.A.C with the double one
I told the Mac you got a muthfucken' hand gun
blast on them bitches from a drop top
inocent by standers better duck or get their ass shot
shoot up in this muthafucka, heated up and ready
i dont kill niggas for nuthin' I blast for the Feddi
I heard you think you tough? you lifting weights and lookin' built
you been drinkin' too much Milk, you been dressing up in Silk
dont be fucking with these killas send that ass to Hell or heaven
ill be pistol whipping niggas with this fuckin' Mac-11, Big Mac-11

CHORUS x2
meet my big Mac-11
big Mac-11 muthafucka you facin' the gauge
worse than the Tiger in the cage you feelin' the rage
i got my hand on this trigger I'm killin' you nigga
big Mac-11 on that ass the bigger the figure
who shoots through glass, shoot through houses and shoot up your ass
when i grew up i had a dream just walk up and blast
now i get paid for sendin' ho's to hell or heaven
I'm throwin' bowls smackin' ho's with this Mac-11

Big,big,mac.. big,big,Mac.. (repeats)
I'm throwin' bowls smackin' ho's with this Mac-11

I had to pop 'em (buck,buck)
I had to drop 'em (buck,buck)

(voice... sit the fuck down...)