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Mack 10 – Made Niggaz
Featuring Master P Mystikal
[Master P] (Mack 10)
Third ward New Orleans. To Inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world nigga.
Mack Dime. (What’s up my nigga?)
Mystikal and Master P.
(They know P they know they know.)
[Hook:] (Master P & Mack 10) X 6
Made niggaz from the South to the West!
[Master P]
Give me a chance to ball put my name on the wall
How many killas done called No Limit niggaz stand tall
Cuz we, mercenary soldiers, gone off a Hennesy and that doja
Runnin from the, (Who?) motherfuckin rollers
Slangin, (What?) tapes like cola
Nigga, hangin with the big niggaz
Penitentiary chances just to make six figures
No we fuckin (What?) gold and platinum
Nigga, we made niggaz and we rappin
Nigga, Mack Dime, Mystikal and P
Every rowdy bout it nigga won’t you follow me?
[Hook] X 4
[Mystikal]
Watch me! I’m throwed off, I ain’t right!
Bitch I’ll do you somethin, I ain’t wrapped tight!
I roll with bullets like (?) and killas like Versey
Managed by TC and paid by big Percy
Whole lotta niggaz with me
You think I’m lying, but I’m not
You know who we are, we ready for war
You ready to die fuckin with the wide Tchoupitoulas
Say your prayers, them niggaz shottin, Hallelujah!
Gotta stop these niggaz from runnin they dick lickers
We self made big niggaz, killin these bitch niggaz
We paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied fashion
Made niggaz from the south to the west done hooked up with Mack 10
Gotta get real with this shit that’s the only way shit gon happen
We made now, we was gangstas back then!
[Hook] X 4
[Mack 10]
From Inglewood to the NO, Mystikal, Mack and P
No Limit soldiers, Hoo Bangin see we got the Recipe
I stay ready nigga, with a vest strapped and all
Hit the rizzo and ball from LA to the Mardi Gras
No discrimination, hittin blacks to amigos
Slangin compact discs like they kilos
A real hustler, recognize another nigga with scrilla
Game recognize game, and killas recognize killas
Never aim to loose, always wanna be a winner
Transactions in New Orleans over jambalaya dinner
Cuz what you say you want, that’s it, that’s what you get, you
Can’t switch
Cuz Silkk’ll shock you nigga, and make Mia shoot your bitch
We tatted up, bauggeted up, the jewels glare
Make the haters stop and stay “How we do that there?”
See Mack and Master P, been up to seven figures
Hoo Bangin and No Limit, two sets of made niggaz
[Hook] (till fade)
Mack 10 – Mack 10 Mack 10
Featuring AllfrumThai The Comrads
[AllFrumThai]
It go M A C to the K one to the O
Bitches scream ho
Hoo bangin with nothin but the cavi
Stepin out the smog like a hog with my family
Squeak Ru and Mack dime on the fade
Been lacen up our stars and stealin cars Since the 8th grade
Quick to pull your lid
You can call us Butch Cassady and the Sundance Kid
Mack the Inglewood maniac whos got the biggest sack
Niggas that get large get put on contract,
And thats a fact He’s all about big bucks
When he’s saggin with his motherfuckin khakis and chucks
Chicken hawkin, swoop down low my nigga stalkin
AllFrumTha I When we mob we ain’t talkin
Binky, Mack once again it’s on foe life
Presence is felt, before we takin yo life
Chorus
Mack 10, Mack 10, cant you understand
Mack 10, Mack 10, Bitch I’m the motherfuckin man
Mack 10, Mack 10, cant you understand
Mack 10, Mack 10, Bitch I’m the motherfuckin man
[Comrads]
Hey Comrad, we keep pushin this crack
Niggas gettin washed up, and we can’t have that
Niggas makin all these snaps with these wack ass raps
So we went to Inglewood when we finished our sack
It was back in January or was it Febuary
I have to do some time, Mack Dime told me not to worry
The scene was kinda scary he sent me commisary
I did my time and touched down with a flurry
Told me not to worry, signed a deal in a hurry
No more slangin dope to those niggas in Missouri
Bagets on our jewlry, futures no longer blurry
And if you see a bitch with us fo sho she’s temporary
And you know we got it like that
Rolexed out the game spotin croca sacks
Nigga thats what you get when you fucks with me
The Comrads and Mack D.I.M.E.
Chorus
[Mack 10]
I can leap tall buildings twist on them thangs
I made nothing but the Cavi hits an Hoo Banged
I set traps to make snaps from coast to coast
And now im up to seven figures and I’m doin the most
I watch niggas cause they shady, I pack a lil 380
Look out for my peoples everything is all gravy
Is Mack a cool nigga? Yeap, I guess, maybe
Bought a bubble eyes benz for my bitch and my baby
Always talk about the hood, cause they say that I’m a bragger
And if yous aint a true blue, then yous a red dager
If your girl want a thug then you know that I’m a tag her
But if she set me up then imma have to body bag her
Lay the back down on the Chevy so the ass is a dragger
If a bitch is at the house while im jackin Imma gag her
Wear my clothes like a banger, so of course Imma sagger
Plus a young nigga rollin’ more stones than Mick Jagger
Chorus
Mack 10 – Mack 10′s The Name
Gangsta’s don’t dance we boogie
Usually always down for the come up late nite to sun up
365 look out I took out niggaz foe they loot
When I drive by I shoot
Blast their ass smoke the spot like a genie
Many niggaz want to be one but they don’t want to see me
MACK the renegade rap rebel ghetto livin unforgivin
I’ve been driven psycho I just might go BUCK BUCK BUCK
Wild do it right keep it tight
So I sight busters in the scope, no hope
Cut short by the cutthroat, I make heads flaot
Cause I’m dope as caviar, by far nigagz from the Inglewood
To the Compton car
In my click crooked legit SHIT you can’t FUCK wit
Fool like B.G. I’m brung up down
To kick dust hit you up then I bust nigga
MACK 10′s THE NAME
(I heard the name in 99 different places)
MACK 10′s THE NAME
(The name’s Mack 10, and I live Inglewood)
Up jumped the boogie bang bang, when I dump give ya hell
When the shells kick out the riot pump
When I jerk it, klack klack work it
Easy if it’s greasy
One time had to pull they straps to freeze me
Elite on my feet, if I don’t see heat
I slang boulder, I soldiers, the west side streets
Down for the do low know, crazy that as gets
The gangsta SHIT don’t quit
Much more bounc to the ounce, slippedy slide
Let Me Ride on these niggaz, check em nine double-m fully tech em
Straight up gun play one way, rat-a-tat-tat em
Buck red hot ones at em, aim at em, flame at pop-um
Till me drop em kill or be killed so I keep my clip filled
When I ball, whatta HELL, it’s my everyday behavior
Khakis, Slingshot, and Chuck Taylors
MACK 10′s THE NAME
(I heard the name in 99 different places)
MACK 10′s THE NAME
(The name’s MACK 10 and I live Inglewood)
Mack 10 – Let The Games Begin
Featuring Big Punisher Fat Joe
[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)
Yeah Terror Squad motherfucker!
(And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh.
I know you ain’t think you was gon see this niggas.
(Nope.) East coast west coast. (It’s all the same.)
Joey Crack Big Pun Mack 10.
(Speak on it Joe.)
Haha niggas what!
[Fat Joe]
At times I feel like blastin myself endin it all
Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall
Tellin the feds, that I’m still cappin the raw
Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe
Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate
Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get
My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?
Can’t call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin
But it appears your empire’s fallen
Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one
The same cats you get ?terroria? from
East coast, west coast, man it’s all the same
Niggas won’t know shit till they feel the flame
It’s still insane, since the flow track
Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we’ll let ya know black
[Hook:] X 2
It’s all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don’t play
Y’all motherfuckers don’t move, we don’t spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby
[Big Punisher]
Check what you never thought
Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York
Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest cuz killers walk in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that’s a bullet in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you talkin like you crazy
Barkin like you eighty
Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby
Don’t try to play me cuz I’m not a playa
Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I’m out to make a million dollies but still I’m rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody
That’s how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you
And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don’t lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in
Blow your life away, that’s a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today
[Hook] X 2
[Mack 10]
I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya
And if y’all don’t get him, I promise I’ll try
Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit
Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real niggas push big weight and big sacks
Y’all said it was cool, I got to ok this
I usually want paytons, y’all bring the scale so we can weight this
It better be pure, hope you ain’t got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it’s all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be precise
If it ain’t all there that’s your dope and your life
From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks
Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin
[Hook] X 2
Mack 10 – Inglewood Swangin’
“Welcome to Inglewood California”
Hey hey hey
What you got to say
Verse 1
Fast bitches fast cars money and fame
This rap shit is just like the ’90′s dope game
Before sold out shows rocked and hoes jocked
It was all about the ‘hood and that Foe Hundred block
A few scraps as a puppy dog
You had to be down
To roam that infamous neighborhood
Where niggas wore the crown
It was on every morning from Manchester to Century
BG’s walkin’ in packs to elementary
Afterschool some had ‘hood patrol
And watched deals on the corner
While others had skills and hittin’ drills in Pop Warner
The unforgettable good old days how it used to be
‘foe niggas made the transition from a jock to a G
Now the streets is nice but the police is thick
’cause niggas sick and mo’ murders
Committed than a horror flick
But whatever happen rappin’ or not
It’s the same for me
It’s still I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E.
So…
Chorus
Hey hey heyy
What you got to say
Inglewooooood
Inglewood Swangin’
Verse 2
The city’s full of cheddar like a cheese pizza
Known for senoritas and Inglewood Familias
The landmarks in the ‘hood is legendary
The fabulous Forum, the Court and the Library
The city hall is scandalous to the average tax payer
So the town done fucked around and voted me the mayor
Had G’s that put they life on the line and some died
But thanks to this rap we on the map worldwide
And as far as race go we probably even these days
About 50% black and the rest is esays
So we spin and we win up and down Market St.
Bitch I’m a million dollar nigga and still shop the Swapmeet
What I’m in right now probably ain’t worth a hundred bucks
A beany T-shirt khakis and a fresh pair of Chucks
That’s a real nigga foe you that’s me so don’t knock it
I got everything I need plus money in my pocket
So…
Chorus
Bridge
I.N.G. foe L.I.F.E. (4X)
Verse 3
It seem like yesterday I was the average Y.G.
And at the blink of a eye became a household MC
From the land of sunshine gold D’s and palm trees
To Japanese screamin’ for a nigga overseas
But I gotta think about O.G’s I got game from
Remain the same nigga and can’t forget where I came from
We all know money make the world go ’round
So I give back to my town and put a few niggas down
I keep my enemies close ’cause they salt shakers
Mad because I travel state to state
And get paid like the Lakers
Used to like the Magic man when I was a itty bitty
But now Mack and Shaq can go half and buy the city
So…
Chorus
Bridge
Chorus
Mack 10 – Ghetto Horror Show
Featuring Ice Cube Jayo Felony
[Mack 10]
I’m screamin as I’m dreamin I see evil bad spirits
So I wake up in the middle of the night to write lyrics
In a cold sweat heard magnums in my dreams my ears ring
So this time on the mic I bring horror like Stephen King
All my good times are turned bad like the Evan’s
Seen hundreds get wounded but like a thousand 187′s
Everybody that was so real they were now phony
And the nigga that used to be my homie, shit he turned on me
I got a 45 that spit hot lead that’ll drill him
The nigga know too much about me, so it’s a must that I kill him
If it’s time available at the shrink, man I need to spend it
Cuz now I see the chair rockin, but ain’t nobody in it
I’m psycho like Norman Bates in the fresh side of my mind and
All I think about is comittin redrums like The Shining
So Lord please help me and forgive me for my sins
And tell me, why do I deserve the twilight zone that I’m in?
Somebody ease the pain I need a shot of novacaine
Or angel dust smoke circulatin through my brain
So who got the slaughter water, la la the brain killer
I got five on it, four stick, to the first dealer
With no screws left it’s like my head is now hollow
I’m so crazy seems like my own shadow’s scared to follow
Ain’t that a bitch, 1-O caught up in the horror show
But ain’t no popcorn or bon bons, it’s all teflons nigga
[Hook:] X 2
I keep a 44 everywhere I go
It’s 1-O in the ghetto horror show
[Jayo Felony]
I’m slangin ?nocous? on the boulders
Keys, O-Z’s and quarters
Come along, get up, stand up, and come and get your sack
I’m bustin nigga’s hearts with this motherfuckin crack
I’m sayin please oh please oh please give me just one more hit
Now I’m surrounded by skinny motherfuckers with glass dicks
I’ll jack Jack and Jill, smack Bill Clinton and his bitch
Tell po po they can’t fade me I’ll kill him and his snitch
I’m a bad influence, I’m a bad influence
And motherfuckers don’t wanna know what I’ll tell these fuckin kids
Fuck school nigga, bang with me
Why you gotta get a job nigga, slang with me
Listen, my 44 protects ya if any nigga tries to test ya
Nigga who the fuck is you? I’m Peer Pressure
Took the last bit of the thorazine, I’m at the end of the rainbow
There ain’t no fuckin pot of gold, just the ghetto horror show
There we go
[Hook:] X 2
I keep a AK everywhere I go
It’s Jayo in the ghetto horror show
[Ice Cube]
I got to testify, I grew up in this ghetto horror
?Justaora? got me spittin from the ghetto Torah
Ghetto bible survival I’m hittin rivals in their vitals
Tryin to rob titles, from livin idols
I give recitals on the drugs to sex to county checks to Lex
Your respect from the hot techs
And it’s the same for me cuz the fame don’t wipe away the black
Westside can’t react
Braniac with this maniac, get to losin ‘fore the schools get to oozin
And your bitch get to ?twosin?
The niggas at 600 pools and like the Pope
Get on the fuckin city F niggas like to vote
It’s the horror, no tomorrow in your eyes
But look at me nigga I believe I can fly
You believe you can die, well shit it might happen
I believe I can rhyme and look, I start rappin nigga
[Hook:] X 2
I keep a tech nine everywhere I go
It’s Ice Cube in the ghetto horror show
[Mack 10 talking]
What is time? Huh, time is divded by two.
Before it happens, and after it happens.
Right now, we callin it the ghetto horrow show.
[some guy]
Only a fool would go there at night!
Mack 10 – Get Yo Ride On
Featuring Eazy E MC Eiht
Mack 10: Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT ha ha
You ready Eiht?
MC Eiht: Yeah c’mon
Verse 1: Mack 10
I was born to ride bangin pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandliss freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks
Moms said “Mack baby watch for danger”
I said “Momma don’t you know I’m a real gangbanger?”
I can’t switch over night and be good
And I’ll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
So I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal
Twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle
Got a deuce fired at Scoob’s, I need a gat
So I stopped and got the Tech from my G homie Wreck
He said, “Mack, don’t slip dog, u gotta stay heated
And here’s the extra clip incase you might need it”
Get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on
Throw the Hoo-Bang plack in the back and your ride on
Chorus:
Ride for me, I’ma ride for you
You Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
Get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
Nobody rides like these killas from the west
Ride for me, I’ma ride for you
You Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
Get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best
Nobody rides like these killas from the west
Verse 2: Eazy E
1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to your dome
Cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top
I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block
Now when I hit that switch I’m bouncin
More bounce to the ounce and I’m clownin
Keep the gat in my lap cuz I’m fully strapped
For the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a
Tech 9, plus a A-K 47
Send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
Peep, nigga I don’t sleep
Bury muthafuckas in the concrete
You try to creep kinda slow in a Astro
But I’m peepin niggas out in my left window
So I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more
Yo, they call me motherfuckin John Doe
Chorus
Verse 3: MC Eiht
Real thugs roll cuz the Westside’s sick
Which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip
Slick, but not like Rick, the gang story
G’s kill and aint shit funny like Joe Corry
Don’t make me laugh cuz I”m on the wrong the path
Catch the blood bath, it’s the aftermath
Slang strike to make money, now aint that simple?
That silly nigga’s wearin vest’s but we aim for the temple
Watch my nigga’s back, who sacked the yayo
Keep the calico with extra ammo
So and so gets blasted, to the casket
Never seen these westside G’s face, we masked it
Ya’ll best be defeat and be discreet
Catch the hot heat from across the street
Take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
Retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy
Chorus
Ugh, MC Eiht in the muthafuckin house
(yeah, Hoo-Bang one time)
Yeah, ha
(Hoo-Bang two times)
Rest in peace Eazy E
(the hiphop thugsta)
(yeah)
Fa sho
(Mack Dime)
Come on, ugh
(all day baby, all day baby)
WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh
Mack 10 – Get Yo Bang On
Featuring AllFrumThaI
*Phone Ringing*
Yeah Ay nigga
Whassup homey? This fool just came on the block and tried
Who? Who? smash on all the homies
Nigga what happened? Ay nigga get yo shit!
What happened dog? Get yo shit!
What? Just meet me on the block
I’m on my way *click*
I don’t know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
Well nigga get yo bang on
Verse 1: Mack I hear some niggas gotta problem wit the ‘Wood (Wassup?)
I see the homiez got they straps & they ready in the hood
So I’m loadin’ up my weapon steppin’
Callin’ up the crew cause ass-whippins we ain’t accepting.
And I ain’t lettin’ shit go
Niggas got to back up bowdown or get wet up with ammo (blaow)
Muthafuckers got to pay
Run up on ‘em like a thief in the night cause I don’t play
Mack10: At night I can’t sleep I’m tossin & turnin’
So I stray from the yak & smoke sherman
Gotta hobble to my leg & the hood’s gettin bigger
I’m paranoid sleepin with my finger on the trigga
And now my bitches stressin that I’m livin wrong
Cause I’m fresh out the pen & gettin my serve on (gunshots)
It’s all about murda when me & Sweepthru roll
So fuck da enemies & we dumpin when we see some SO
Chorus I don’t know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
(What you want?) Just wanna get my bang on
I don’t know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stay strapped with a sack while niggas watch my back
It’s the life of a G I got to live
Verse 2: Them rocks movin slow on the block
Nigga one time hot & we just lost a dope spot(damn)
Got me curb servin under pressure
I’m so paranoid at night I keep my glock on the dresser
Mack10: This 187 got my mind under stress
Cause even clamin’ Dub S (W/S) you need a bulletproof vest
You know the game nigga when ya Doggin’ & Loccin’
Kill the 1st thing moving and catch the 1st thing smokin
All I wanna hear is buckshots & guts out
Niggas gaspin for they breath
That’s the type o’ shit I’m talkin about(fo sho)
AFT!: You niggas cruisin for a bruisin’
Hey Mack get ya ammo cock the tool that ya usin’
Mack10: Til they gone to the back dog
Cause when they come thru the ‘Wood they betta know how to act dog
Connect gang punk, yell a hood out &(WESTSIDE) bust
& nigga fuck every click that ain’t down with us(fuck em)
Fuck em & feed em fish niggas get dismissed
Connect Gang bang at the top of the list
Ya know with colored bandanas & clips like bananas
Homicides when we ride til the world wanna ban us(Nigga)
Chorus
Talking: Mack I don’t know about you But all I wanna do is get my bang on
Sweepthru I don’t know about you but all I wanna do is get my bang on
Stayin high as a kite hangin out on my block all nite
Smokin weed til I’m high as a kite
Fuckin with hoodrat bitches 100% Mack 10 on they tittie
All I wanna do is get my bang on
Inglewood on they ankles
Ha ha haa
Mack 10 – Gangster Poem
Squeak Ru:
You know sometimes life is a trip
It can make you do mysterious thangs.
And sometimes life is a bitch
How do you deal with the pain?
Niggas rather smile in my face
Stick a knife in my mothafuckin’ back
Than to see my family doin’ well
And my pockets steady gettin’ fat.
Since the age of 14 you know
I been representin’ my neighborhood.
G’d up every goddamned day
Puttin’ it down foe the city of Inglewood.
And I ain’t asked nobody for shit
Ain’t nobody had to front me no sack
Everything I got I did it by myself
And that’s a mothafuckin’ fact.
But why when I’m doin my own thang
And why when I’m on my own grind
Niggas wanna turn they back
And act like Squeak done switched sides.
And even though I got niggas that I love
And niggas that I know is real.
I still got them niggas that I wanna
Take my pistol and stick it to they fuckin’ grill.
But have you ever been down wit the homies
Because you thought the homies was true?
Or have you ever been down wit the homies
And found out the homies ain’t down with you?
Huh, player haters suck my dick!!
Mack 10 – Gangsta Shit’s Like A Drug
Featuring Tray Deee Squeak Ru (of AllFrumTha I)
[Tray Deee]
Yeah again another group collaboration
Verse One: Tray Deee
From the second I get dressed to get to steepin I’m on one
Fillin up the 4 4 if pop po want some
I ain’t runnin from a motherfucker
Dust a sucker off if he soft then fuck him if he suffer
Another One Bites The Dust like the song say
Bust em in the wrong way caught up in the gunplay
One day, some say, we all gon’ die
Human lives to my eyes, take a size and bye
You’re on your own, give em all and go explode
It’s a cold that aroze when you chose your clothes
Blue or red, who will care if we all was rich?
Ballin tills, haulin chickens, flossin grips
I give a damn bout the next fool, my Tek rule
Ol’ school nigga bout to take it to the next school
This gangsta shit is like drugs, runnin with thugs
Puttin slugs in your motherfuckin mug
Chorus: Squeak-Ru, (Tray Deee)
This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride)
And live for the hood to show my love
*repeat*
(*singing*)
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooooh
*repeat*
Verse Two: Squeak-Ru
I got to bang on my enemy
I got make sure they know, they ain’t afraid of me
So I’m gon’ ride on they hood
Leavin nuttin but obituaries til they get it understood
You know that Squeak-Ru capped em
I wantcha homegirl photo book to be full of em
I’ll be the gossip for ya block
When y’all explain to each other how I creep with the Glock
The 4-5 nigga did the damage
I took two to da dome, so, nigga, fuck a bandage
And all you got was a bodybag
Accomadations to the morgue, equipped with a toe tag
Now you know I’m a killer
You cross my name out on the ward, it lets me know y’all remember
Mashed on your hood and got a trophy
If you really want revenge, nigga, come get me
Chorus
Verse Three: Mack 10
This gangsta shit is a must, and plus I bust
And puff angel dust for the headrush
I like the way the Teks spit when I’m lit
I feel like “Fuck the police” and “a bitch ain’t shit”
Plus I represent my curb to the fullest
And them, so-called hogs be like track stars when I pull this
Beat out, get the sheet out when I roam
Cos the first fool caught slippin on my block gettin done
So fuck a job, dogg, I jacks for my figures
Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas
On all-gold twisters on a front and back Caddy
Every broad in they ghetto wish I was their baby daddy
So which lucky ho wanna be Miss Mack 1-0
You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro
I wanna down bitch for my bride and when we ride
Gotta love this gangsta shit and be down for the homicide
Chorus:
This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride)
And live for the hood to show my love
*repeat*
(*singing*)
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooooh
*repeat x3*
[Mack 10] Rest in peace to all the soldiers
We lost to this gangsta shit
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