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Mack 10
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| From The Streets
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[Mack 10]
Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto
Turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin
This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pros
Triple O.G.s with the hot six fos
Go fast ballers, bangin six gears
Three time felons with the tattooed tears
For all the homies out there that cook it up good
Distributin so up they project a neighborhood
Whether its Peruvian or Ghetto D
Wont you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me
Im from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers
Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers
Puttin down thousands till there aint nothin left
cause real street riders, let em roll to the death
I like fly shit so I scramble for the pay
Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anyday
Was down with the truce in nine-deuce though I looted
Its the Y2K and im still khacki-suited, what you thought?
Chorus: Mack 10
From the streets, from the streets, from the streets
Tell em where Im from!
From the streets
I represent where Im from and Im nutty as they come
[Mack 10]
Im like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys
Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise
for haters that resent me, they jealous evidently
cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley
But hustlas like me, just stay to the grind
Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine
I aint worried about you busters, we aint scared to kill
I was beastin before rap, Im a street nia for real
So check my resume and tell me what it say
Im the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay
I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b.g.
Now Im eight figures up, and when you see me its TV
Mack aint getting caught up in charged with murder one
When you got loose you dont do it, you simply get it done
Now who wanna test and try push around Mack
Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh??
Chorus 2X
[Mack 10]
Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic piss
See Im insane bangin Inglewood city kids
If rap fail today Im back to cuttin chunks
Pushin work through the hood from down South to the Bronx
Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills
Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills
And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note
Everybody say hoe if ya love mack one-oh
Killas on my payrolls a chain of command
but my neighbors dont know; think Im a family man, ha
I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin
Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin
Every room in my house stay flooded with heat
Livin in the hills but I still got tied to the street
Aint shit about me change worldwide, Im respected
Im Hoo-Bangin now but im still well connected, you know??
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21.Sep.2001 13:09:14 |
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