Al Pac - Y'all Thought It Was Over (feat. Mac Mustard) lyrics
rate meAl Pac:
Gain Greene
Hook
Al Pac:
Y'all thought it was over
Gain Greene still in this bitch
Got these hatin' ass niggaz lookin' sick
Y'all thought it was over
But I'ma take the team to the top
Al Pac and Mac Mustard wont stop
Y'all thought it was over
We still got the hood in a loop
Kuz we awesome muthafuckas, can't do what I do
Y'all thought it was over
We still ridin' out for Biggavel
Ain't a damn thing change, we gon' give these niggaz hell
Verse 1
Al Pac:
Al Pac still on it, them other niggaz are wanted
Lotta dudes be actin' tough but them muthafuckas be bluffin'
Gain Greene in the building, these haters is catchin' feelings
I'm just tryna do my thing, and stack a couple of millions
Still ridin' for my nigga, let's do it for Biggavel
I'ma whole the fam down while they got you stick in a cell
See I'm all about my paper so pay me in straight cash
Hooligans is in this boy, get found wit' ya face smashed
I don't care of big chains too my nigga just make me stronger
Put my life in every verse, real niggaz could feel the hunger
I'm a beast on these beats, so show the proper respect
I don't even got a deal, I'm labeled one of the best
Boy known to get it in, tell lil' homie be easy
Got so many different flows, you niggaz wouldn't believe me
Give it to you right, I'm keepin' the streets soakin'
And the name ring bells in Harlem, Virgina, Boston
Hook
Al Pac:
Y'all thought it was over
Gain Greene still in this bitch
Got these hatin' ass niggaz lookin' sick
Y'all thought it was over
But I'ma take the team to the top
Al Pac and Mac Mustard wont stop
Y'all thought it was over
We still got the hood in a loop
Kuz we awesome muthafuckas, can't do what I do
Y'all thought it was over
We still ridin' out for Biggavel
Ain't a damn thing change, we gon' give these niggaz hell
Verse 2
Mac Mustard:
Now you got me fucked up, Mac Mustard the wrong nigga
Get ya strip clipped, hit all the right and the wrong niggaz
Fill a nigga injure reserved, you ain't shit on the curb
Get a buck like a tenth of a bird
Don't get caught in my words
A nervous wreck, don't get caught on my nerves
My arm's reach get 'em caught in the birds
Nigga any disrespect'll get you wet, get your vets
Lemme hear you claim the shit you rep when the Tec hit your neck
No parole, bigger checks, we got bigger fish to catch
Got a bony bitch, can fetch, chick get down and get it wet
Till the death, I'ma always be Mac
Gain Greene, 33rd, and we still reppin' for Max
Hook
Al Pac:
Y'all thought it was over
Gain Greene still in this bitch
Got these hatin' ass niggaz lookin' sick
Y'all thought it was over
But I'ma take the team to the top
Al Pac and Mac Mustard wont stop
Y'all thought it was over
We still got the hood in a loop
Kuz we awesome muthafuckas, can't do what I do
Y'all thought it was over
We still ridin' out for Biggavel
Ain't a damn thing change, we gon' give these niggaz hell
Verse 3
Mac Mustard:
And when I sit down and write shit, flow tighter than vicegrips
Can't call it like dices but the 5th'll do 'em righteous
Try violatin' my shit, any member of my clique
Shit get hard as nightsticks, cold as December night shifts
Must be snortin' that white shit, fuckin' wit' your brain
Don't produce that type of mileage, need to stay in your lane
Had to shine, Al breezed, pass off to Mike, the keys
My nigga just came home, wait listen, it's Al P
Al Pac:
Fuckin' with the same hoes, tell your bitch suck a big cock
Come through the hood stuntin' Pac in the big drop
Talkin' like a bigshot, Gain Greene, we still hot
Keep talkin' crazy Mac Mizz'll let the 5th pop
Hit him with the .38, lil' niggaz featherweight
Niggaz in the loop, bitches ride the wave in every state
And you know we still here, Los fire up the doom
Breath of fresh air, other rappers better make some room
