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Mac Miller - Warhead Lyrics

[Intro: B.DuBB & The Notorious B.I.G.]
(Biggie, Biggie)
B-DuBB, Easy Mac
And who else? (Biggie)
Who is the man that taught ya how to rap and how to sell crack?
What was his name? (Biggie) Ha
Well, let me break it down like this
Ayo, it's like, check it

[Verse 1: B.DuBB]
Beedie shot ya, whatcha gon' do? Heatie pops ya
I'm sonnin' your style, call me papa
Pop of a Glock, that's the sound when I drop ya
Stuff your body parts in a locker
Runnin' from the cops, Willy Parker
And I ain't gonna walk on your set that you rep
'Cause your set full of talkers, straight snitches
I'll punch you in your face, leave you with eight stitches
Bitches, I play viscous

[Verse 2: Easy Mac]
Title is inevitable, I'm incredible
Got lames hidin' behind frames like I was federal
The fuckin' general, suck up on my genitals
My flow's outta this world like I got some tentacles
I'm with the pencil to murder instrumentals
I'm spittin' ammunition, you better listen to potential
I'm fifteen years old with no restrictions on the mental
My mind flows as I go, I follow where I'm sent to
[Verse 3: B.DuBB & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Yo, Me and Mac blow ya back when we writin' it
Or freestylin' on some ill, that's excitement
Keep a fat sack and the gat at the side of him
In case ya snakes try to take what I'm hidin' in
I spit it slick, so sick, need a vitamin
(Biggie; How are you gonna do it?)
Aim it at ya forehead, leavin' four dead
Bust in the door with lead and whores spread
I'm a warhead, lookin' for more head
Fuckin' on the floor 'til I got a sore head
Pussy lips drippin', stingin' like a hornet
Kickin' bitches out the door in the mornin'
(Biggie)
Rappers tryna spit it but they shit is corny
I ain't even wit' it, man, for real

[Verse 4: Easy Mac]
I'm not the best at school but I'm set for college
'Cause when the bitch give me brains, yo, I get some knowledge
I keep a few close friends and the rest will tarnish
A few respectable rappers, the rest are garbage
I proceed to gain yardage, this ain't Dwayne Carter
I make it rain harder, game remain slaughter
My brain remains smarter and you stay retarded
You better add another name to today's departed
[Verse 5: B.DuBB]
I never wake up and lose my skill
I get baked up and use 'em, ill
The music real and every day I be movin' bills
Makin' cake, hatin' jakes, puttin' dudes in jail

[Verse 6: Easy Mac]
And I'll tell you what they say right before they arrest you
"Anything you say can and will be used against you"
And even though they got no reason to resent you
They treat you like you got a set of criminal credentials
Me and B.DuBB are here to murder the game
We gon' spit off every minute 'til you heard of the name
We kickin' it exquisite, sittin' and gettin' lifted
Bangin' music 'til the neighbor's pissed and I'm evicted

[Verse 7: B.DuBB]
'Cause I be gettin' verbs workin' 'til I hear them birds chirpin'
Yeah, preferred person in here, you heard certain
Flirtin' with the lyrical spheres, your ears hurtin'
Merkin' every peer that appear, your fears worsen

[Outro: B.DuBB & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I thought y'all mothafuckas already knew
Easy Mac but his mackin' ain't easy
And next comin' up is Beedie
(Biggie; How are you gonna do it?) Kill the shit