Mack 10, nigga
Mack 10, nigga
I strong-arm like a bully, caught a case with a fully
Fresh out of Y.A. for jackin' my way
Before the yay for the loot, niggas used to slang blue
Yep, I still got birds but they in my pigeon coop
Woop, that's where it's at, it's like that as they tumble
Niggas like to rumble in the concrete jungle
From the West to the East, it don't cease
Twenty-four and some more, I gotta tote my piece
I don't trip, fill up my clip, gat on my hip
Niggas slip, give up your grip, don't make me chip
That ass off, fool, I blast off any second
I'm only in a Tec and I don't do no chin-checkin'
So break yourself or feel the wrath of a psychopath
If I blast, all I find, I get to have
And it's like that, it ain't no tamin' this
Nutty-ass nigga 'cause I'm armed and dangerous
'Cause I rock the shit, what, nigga, what
Mack 10, nigga, so what the fuck's up?
'Cause I rock the shit, what, nigga, what
Mack 10, nigga
'Cause I rock the shit, what, nigga, what
Who is you, nigga, lettin' your pants sag?
Sportin' that rag on the fresh Motomags
Kick in, you picked the wrong corner to bend
What hood you think you in? Nigga, come off that Schwinn
Give it up, can't shake it, I'll take it like a repo
Plus, I got a sale for the alloy C-Ho
You slip, now stumble, no time to mumble
Fumble, cough it up, in the rumble, I toss it up
So when you check mine, you gotta respect mine
Or let Mack 10 introduce you to TEC-9
Set up, get wet up, I'm sick like Ozzy
Make bullets dive in you like they straight kamikaze
So come through slippin' and you gotta see these
Got stripes up to here, plus I run the BG's
'Cause I'm only thirteen and I'm already claimin' this
Westside for life, nigga, armed and dangerous
Yeah, I had to creep up on some fool today, drive-through
Tryna hide somethin' and shit, I had to get him
Do the hitlist, run this, motherfucker
And you know that
Do the hitlist, run this, motherfucker
And you know that
Redrums in the slums that we call a ghetto
Keep my clip to the tip filled with the full metal
Jackets, I pack it and trust niggas bust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
I keep my gun up when I run up, ain't got no time to waste
I put the cannon to your face, I want the cavi and the safe
Ran all through the spot, a nigga found three guns
And got away with two chickens and a bag full of ones
So recognize game, be careful what you throw up
Nigga, never fill up my Klein's pipes with that blow up
Don't wanna get started with the hardest and the smartest
Neighborhood motherfuckin' 211 artist
So all through the turf, little G's wanna be me
And bustas start runnin' when they see me in my beanie
Mack 10 is the name, no shame, only fame in this
Always down to blast 'cause I'm armed and dangerous
Mack 10, nigga
'Cause I rock the shit, what, nigga, what
Mack 10, nigga
'Cause I rock the shit, what
'Cause I rock the shit, what, nigga, what
Mack 10, nigga
'Cause I rock the shit, what, fuck's up
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