[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (Sampled), Trick Daddy & Both]

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we don't fuck around, nigga, we don't fuck around

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

[Verse 1: Trick Daddy]

And if he don't know, y'all better let him know

My niggas got .40s, if they bring them out, they gon' let them go

Imagine 36 rounds plus 36 more

Counting his head, chest, and car doors, that's 72 fucking holes

And if his homies act up, then that's what the MAC for

They get one warning shot and then after that, fire, (shut him up)

If you're riding with him, fuck nigga, you're dying with him

You can run and hide, but in a matter of time, oh, I'll get him

And the first sight of him, I'll put that light on him

And every red dot is gon' turn them into blood clots

First, it's gon' be heavy bleeding

And then his eyes gon' roll to the back of his head, his pulse weak and he's barely breathing

Ain't no hollerin' "Red Rock"

You done already used up your wish, bitch, all you get is headshots

So when the MAC sound, niggas better duck down

I'm from Dade County, nigga, we don't fuck around

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (Sampled), Trick Daddy & Both]

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we don't fuck around, nigga, we don't fuck around

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

[Verse 2: Plies]

I'm talking four goons hanging out of four windows

With four choppers going off, all at one nigga

With 50 shots a piece, if we don't kill you, God was with you

So when you hear that (toot-toot-toot-toot), that mean it's official

And down here, it ain't money, choppers the main gesture

The streets the wrong place to hang when you got that thing with you

The only choppers I buy the ones with soft triggas

So when I squeeze that motherfucker, I know I'm gon' hit you

So if your money ain't right, better keep your mouth closed

'Cause when you're beefing in these streets, your trap gotta close

And where we see your pussy ass at, we're letting them go

Trash bags over the choppers so no shells hit the floor

You ain't got to be here to see it, but I'll bet you hear about it

Four niggas ski'ed up in all black, straight wilding

Them niggas let down them windows, them choppas went to hollering

Them niggas road off busting and left folks thumping

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (Sampled), Trick Daddy & Both]

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we don't fuck around, nigga, we don't fuck around

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

[Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G. (Sampled)]

Motherfuckers thought I slipped, right?

You didn't know the extra clips on my hip, right?

Ricochet off the vertebrae, dead splat

Now starts the cardiac arrest, where's your vest?

You forgot, now you slowly dropped 'cause your heart stopped beating

Your bitch ass crew is retreating

Niggas left you fucked up. passed out with your ass out

Pockets ran through, stripped with your brains bashed out

[Verse 4: Trick Daddy]

Tell me, have you ever seen

Less bone fragments or remains of a man that's been slain by one of them things?

Laying way ten feet away from his brain

Holding his kidneys and his hands and pissed and shitted all in his pants?

Laying there, dead in his own blood

And I can't even explain how big the hole in his head was

So gon’ ahead and yellow tape it

Quarantine the scene, nobody leaves until they mark all the shell cases

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. (Sampled), Trick Daddy & Both]

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we don't fuck around, nigga, we don't fuck around

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

Ni-ni-ni-ni-nigga, we don't fuck around, nigga, we don't fuck around

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down

MAC-11's cocked back, niggas better duck down

Duck-duck down, duck down, duck-duck down