1.Can't Stop
f／ E-40
E-40 talking：Mack OneDime, excuse me playboy
aiight check this out, aiight nigga check this out
we crimeys right that mean you my pa'tner in crime
like that check this out, let's let 'em know summin'
you know niggas should've been plugged up
from L.A. to the Bay you understand we doin' Big Thangs
big thangs mothafucka, big thangs fool. Check it out!
Aiight One O this E Feezee, I gotta I gotta
thank my math teacher Count Dracula
for just teachin' a brother to you know
count his marbles you know
What about you？
Verse 1 (Mack)
You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil I need a super bad bitch
and a house on the hill
365 7days I believe crack pays
my estates been guarded by pit bulls and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs
movin' weight like I should
'Cause a nigga livin' good
don't mean he went Hollywood
Dog I practice my craft
so each year I get better
to stay ghetto and clever
but be richer than ever
(E-40) Fonzerelli man I thought you was a rebel
I am but tell me this then
why you move up out the ghetto (the ghetto)
Mothafucka I am the ghetto
I beg yo pardon
Nigga I was grindin' tryin to take off niggas heads
flossin' ＆ fuckin' hoes when you was in kindergarten
Nigga this ain't Lenny and Squiggy
this E-Feezee ＆ Mack Teezee
Fuckin' with Italian Romaine pasta chicken Tortellini
Thirty odd six custodian, with the scope
far from Nickelodeon no shit no joke
Southern Cali up North see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun
report it stolen
Plead the 5th but don't snitch
no case 'cause they're po po
and they mami know that 12 gage equipment can be traced
Stand on ya bunions
Nigga don't try to get caught in his drawers
'Cause them 2.2.3's be penetratin' through walls
Plus I got warrants and shit
didn't pay child support
Thinkin' about skippin' town
movin' to Shreveport.
Bitch
Chorus
(Mack 10) You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(E-40) From L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin'
Make a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
(Mack 10)You see I can't stop I won't stop
'til I check a mil'
I need a super bad bitch and a house on the hill
(E-40) See you my dude right
that mean we pa'tnas in crime
It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime (Mack Dime) Bitch
Verse 2
(Mack 10) Forty I'm the one bro that's in the mix like gumbo
now how can I stay humble
and make feddy by the bundle
Marv said we got bigger triggas
Mack we got bigger figures
now throw the top back on the 'Rarri
and bang gears on these niggas
and watch what the money show you
about niggas that don't know you
Busters is gone hate
real G's is happy foe ya
It's Mack Dime on the grind
fool it's my time to shine
now would you niggas kick back
and let me get mine
(E-40) Causin' havoc sparkin' up chaos
bringin' the ruckus heavy metal heaters
mobb, under buckets
If ya can't beat us
then join us get on the team
Streetsweepers grenades rifles
and M1 car beams
Dice games craps bets over car titles
pink slips cash money
Watchin' out for rival gang members beefin'
bad weather but it all boils down to
who got the most paper
Chorus
Verse 3
(Mack 10) I shoot 'em up like syringes
I know what real ends is
Lo lo's Harley Davis and big body Benzes
ain't been faded so far on my wrist
I got a R hundred thousand dollar car
'cause I push the caviar
So what's up what you need everybody huddle up
got that 2 for 1 special with the rock called double up
so get lit take a hit shop is open all day
from L.A. to the Bay it's Mack 10 ＆ E-Fortaay
(E-40) Sometimes I wonder if it's worth this
fuckin' with the law tryna make it look like
I'm runnin' a legitimate tow truck service
with a Just Say No to Drug bumper sticker
on the back window (back window)
knowin' I been smokin' a gang of Indo
around the corner four houses down across the way way
make a right and then a left
over there by Safeway and when ya get there page me
punch in how much you wanna spend
seperate the 20's from the 1's 5's and 10's
Slick sly sharp narcotic vendors
always do business in shopping centers
Buck 'em stick 'em stuck 'em don't ever fuck me
hate 'em bleed 'em love 'em shit can get ugly
Chorus
Hoo bang hoo ride (2X)
Hoo ride hoo bang
Who be ridin' who be bangin' (Westside) Ride Nigga
(Repeat)
Fuck 'em and feed 'em cold sardines, cold sardines
(Repeat)
2.Based on a true story
Newscaster：In the news tonight rap star Mack 10 releases his
second
solo album titled 'Based On A True Story,' and according to
reliable
sources Ha, he laughs in the face of the sophomore jinx. After
the
release of Westside Connection and Mack's new record, gangster
rap
seems to be at an all time high.
Verse 1
Either the thrill of victory or the agony of defeat
you either got ends or struggle to make ends meet
You can either turn square or keep the mind of a rebel
some uppity livin' good some faced with death in the ghetto
I'm a product of the streets so I vow to never slip
so I trust no one and keep a P. Coltrane on my hip
I always paid attention while my O.G's was teachin'
Rule number one if it's on blast the first nigga reachin'
either death or the pen' shit I had to do better
It was a must I moved on and now I'm all about cheddar
a young entrepreneur I rather slang than bang
now girls be like you go Mack 10 baby do yo thang
So I continue to get down and I keep writin' rhymes
and I parlay every dollar to flip at least a hundred times
So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory
and everything I recite's Based On A True Story
You can feel nigga
It's based on a true story
You know it's real nigga
Based on a true story
Verse 2
The year 1986 is when it all started
now eleven years later we still rough and cold hearted
and as the saga continues I ride the wave like a Sea Doo
not to knock hip hop but gangsta rap is what we do
Niggas on they first album
already sold a mil'
So before you knock our style
at least admit that it's real
It's all sex drugs and violence
so you pretend you ain't checkin'
You mean to tell me people
really ain't dyin' every second
Now y'all made the rules
niggas can say what they choose
So if you gone ban Gangsta rap
then you got to ban the news
That means no weather report
no Waco and the bad reverand
No channel 4 channel 7 and no film at eleven
With no high school diplomas we became millionaires
media mad 'cause we winning and we really playin' fair
So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory
and everything I recite's Based On A True Story
Chorus
Verse 3
I crumble green on a magazine
ready to roll a joint
damn in this billboard
I'm number one with a hollow point
It was a rough road ahead
but for my kids I gotta pave it
so I twist one shake the weed out
close the book up and save it
'Cause my son li'l Mack
might grow up and have a crew
and he can show all his homies
this what my daddy used to do
See I was raised around gangstas
and grindas since a youth
so the shit I rap abouts like 99% truth
With dedicated fans from bebe kids
to bambinos and niggas that's CEO's
before they reach they three O's
Maneuver through the corporate world
makin' moves to take ours
Rolling big German luxury and Italian sports cars
so watch what you do 'cause you know we playa hated
and everytime it's a homicide they call it gang related
So keep your game tight and it's all fame and glory
and everything I recite's Based On A True Story
Chorus (2X)
Too $hort talking： Say Mack baby, it's yo pa'tna $hort dog man.
You know I got yo back boy. You know a nigga like me I just left
the Ferrarri dealer man. I ain't go lie I know you ridin' rims.
But the problem is, it's a lot of mothafuckas out there that
think we
rappers man. That think we just sit at home and make this up at
our momma's house. I hate to tell y'all man some of us are real
playas
real ballers biitch.
3.Dopeman
What's up dog？
What you need nigga？
Aw shit one time!
It was once said by a man who couldn't quit
Dopeman please can I have another hit
The Dopeman said cluck i don't give shit
If you girl kneel down, and suck my dick
Gave a nigga head, and homie tried to choke her
but he didnt care, cause she aint nothing but a smoker
Thats the way it go, thats the name of the game
Young niggas gettin over by slangin caine
Lex around my wrist in 18K heaven
Bitches clockin on my dick twenty four seven
Plus I'm makin' money, keepin baseheads waitin
Roll the six four with all gold Daytons
Live in Inglewood, California, CA.
This oozy up your ass if i dont get paid
Niggas beggin for credit, I'm knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on the first and fifteenth
Big wad a money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo you wanna whole chicken, Mack 10 got plenty
To be a dopeman, boy you must qualify
Dont get high off your own supply
From a Key to a G, Its all about money
Ten piece for a ten, base pipe come free
If people out there not hip to the fact
If you see somebody gettin money for crack
Hes the..
Chorus
Dopeman, Dopeman (Mack front me a sack)
Dopeman, Dopeman (I'll get ya back)
Dopeman, Dopeman (tryna stack me a grip)
Dopeman, Dopeman (Man fuck that shit)
You need a nigga with money, so you get a Dopeman
Juice that fool for as much as you can
She like his car, and he get with her
Got a black eye, Cause the Dopeman hit her
Let that slide, and you pay it no mine
Find that hes slappin you all the time
But thats okay, cause hes so rich
And you ain't nothing but the Dopeman's bitch
Do what he say, and you keep your mouth shut
Talkin' that drag might get ya fucked up
You sit and cry, If the Dopeman strike you
He don't give a fuck, he got two just like you
There's another girl in the Dopeman's life
Not quite a bitch, but far from a wife
She call a Strawberry, and everyone knows....
Strawberry, Strawberry is the neighborhood hoe
Do anything for a hit or two, give a bitch a rock
She fuck the whole damn crew
It might be your wife and it might make you sick
Come home and see her mouth on the Dopeman's dick
Strawberry, just look and you'll see her
But don't fuck around, she'll give you Ghonorea
If people out there, not hip to the fact
Strawberry is a girl, sellin pussy for crack
to the..
Chorus
Dopeman, Dopeman (From a ounce to a key)
Dopeman, Dopeman (Tryna get this chesse)
Dopeman, Dopeman (Cluckers riding my dick)
Dopeman, Dopeman (Man fuck that shit)
If you smoke caine, you a stupid motherfucker
Know around the hood as the schoolyard clucker
Doing that crack with all the money you got
On your hands and knees searchin for a piece of rock
Fienin for a hit, and you lookin for more
Done stole a Alpine out of Wavy six four
Smokin like a train, man I wouldn't want to be you
Done took from the homies, betta run, when i see you
Ballin everyday, doing more drug deals
Rollin' round town, on the twenty inch wheels
If people out there, not hip to the fact
if you see Mack 10, you can ask me for crack
I'm the...
Chorus
Dopeman, Dopeman (Yeah thats me)
Dopeman, Dopeman (From a ounce to a key)
Dopeman, Dopeman (Yo fuck that shit, who am I)
The Dopeman
Mack 10, nigga, you must be slick
Put Squeak on the team, now he stackin chips
Good lookin out, for showin love
Now I got bitches on my dick cause im flossin dubs
4.Only in California
f／ Ice Cube, Snoop Doggy Dogg
Speak on it my nigga, speak on it (and my heat go)
Chorus：
Only in California
Where niggaz pull heat and run up on ya (get your grind on)
Only in California (California)
Where niggaz pull heat and run up ya (run up on ya)
Ice Cube the mutherfuckin don
Snoop Doggy Dogg a.k.a. Tha Doggfather
Mack 10 alias the Chicken Hawk
Gangstas with rules
Cause youse the niggaz with no rules
ain't got nothing to lose, we got everything to lose
Threw his ass in, he feel the fin of the baracuda
I negotiate Mack is the shooter
You the nigga on the journey strapped to this gurney
We break breads with accountants and attorneys
Currency never worry me (never)
Who's got the balls to murder me
Degree higher than a 33
Tell em what you drank (Hennessy)
Never tell em what you thinkin
Never tell em where the body stankin
Fuck Lincoln, fuck Jackson, bankin Franklin what you thankin
Hope your man come with the ransom
Let me see you dance on, no longer handsome
If you don't drop off than walk off, watch him, watch him
Chorus
Them westcoast niggaz is real set trippas
WWill get you for them zippas, on a quest for them chippas
Slidin while we ridin, not even hittin switches
Hangin at the high school gettin at them young bitches
I got the dove sacks, homies love that (who got the bud)
where the bud at, hollering at my big homeboy who fresh out
Hangin at my grandmama house, homie burnt out
What you gonna do when you get out of jail (speak on it)
I'm gonna have some fun
What do you consider fun a ounce and about five hun
So I put him on a move that I know about
Hooked him with a homegirl from the South (good lookin out)
Money made, plug a playa in the game
Especially when he represent the same thing I claim
Damn they don't make niggaz like they used to
That's probably why I keep a tight grip on my deuce deuce
(that's real)
Cause everybody wanna be a star
in the city of dope, a.k.a. caviar
Chorus
What have we a house full of cavi (no stress)
Well known ridas from different sides of the West
Got the hi-zoes lickin up so hard we stickin up niggaz
Tired of the bullshit so we clicken up
Nigga please we ain't trippin off C's and B's
It's the Westside Connect with the DPG's
For the cheese we jab with the gift of the gab
always cappin, Mack, Cube and Snoop rappin
Now how did that happen it's all good (fool)
So peep game If you could
Snoop be from Long Beach and I be from Inglewood
Now you despise cause it came to yo surprise
Two well known enemies now becoming allies
In Californ-I-A we parlay the G way
Some wear red and black and some sport blue and grey
So gangsta's don't dance we hang boogie and bang
So it's the Westside Connect with the Dogg Pound Gang
Chorus
There we have it, Ice motherfuckin Cube
The big fish, rollin with the atomic dog
Snoop Doggy Dogg, down with the ring leader
Mack motherfuckin 10, coming back once again
Nigga we make and spend nigga
and my heat goes boom boom boom boom boom boom
5.Backyard Boogie
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse One：
Saturday morning at the crack of sunrise
Thank the man upstairs for lettin me open my eyes
It's a whole new game for me like T-Lee
It's nine-seven now and I'ma stay sucka free
Thinkin about all my homeboys behind bars
as I crease up my khakis and lace up my stars
And everthang is straight I'm in the full zone
Gettin paper every day, it's all I'm trippin on
Cause ain't nothin like a ride in Californ-ia
with the top back, rollin on a hot sunny day
It's one-oh, fo'-sho', and I'm clownin all the rookies
With a pocket full of cookies
and mashin to the backyard boogie
And then we comin wit that
Chorus：
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (yeah)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's all about that)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (unh)
Backyard boogie oogie oogie (it's the backyard boogie) [repeat
3X]
Verse Two：
Now just throw yo hands up high in the sky
Representin where you from cause it's West till I die
Put it down anywhere, take thangs for what they worth
been a rider since birth, and the earth is my turf
So I bails in the party, everythang is cool
It's niggaz in the hood I ain't seen since high school
And everybody gots stripes cause we all paid dues
Crips, Damus, and other clicks and crews
Just gettin they boogie on, hoochie bitches gettin loose
It kinda remind me of the truce in nine-deuce
I'm even kickin back, and I'm usually chicken hawkin
The bloods shootin dice, and the crips are C walkin
Now the party is jumpin, and the crowd's gettin bigger
Looked up and saw four hoes to every nigga
And it's off the hook, got ya grindin and humpin
Cause the backyard boogie be bumpin
(Unh, straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
And we comin with that)
Chorus
Verse Three
Now it's out of control, and everywhere you look
ain't nothin but real niggaz, the bustas got shook
And everybody left with the whole hustla bang
and Daisy Dukes and khakis do seem to be the thang
You choose or you lose while you conversatin
enough cock to go around, so ain't no playa hatin
I want homegirl over there in red
cause Baby Got Backs like Mix-a-Lot said
When I keep my composure, kick back like a pro
Cause Mack one-oh just refuse to save a hoe
But it's a done deal, locked up throw away the key
Cause she gonna lead a backyard boogie with me
(Get yo' boogie on, yeah
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood
Get yo' boogie on, Inglewood, pause
Get yo' backyard boogie on)
Chorus
Straight from Inglewood, and you know that it's all good
You can put that on yo' hood, everyday
Mackness, mackness, unh!
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, nigga get yo' boogie on
Get yo' boogie on, get yo' boogie on baby, pause
Get yo' backyard boogie on
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Niggaz run out and get yo' cookies
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Mack 10 ain't no motherfucker rookie
6.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
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
7.What you need？(Dopeman 97)
When ever you short, and times get hard
Plant indo seeds and watch em sprout in yo yard
And if dope money ain't good, well how come it spends
I give a fuck dolla please or yens ends is ends
It ain't hard to tell, thanks to my clientele
What you call the root of evil
Got a nigga livin' swell
I keep the spot rollin'
Unless I can't up in a raid
But until then fuck it my green thumb keep me paid
Nigga what you want？ What you need？
I got plenty pound zone half of zone dime or a twenty
Bullshit walks money talks
It's all about the dough
Don't be mad at me foe hustlin'
That's all a nigga know
Chorus：
(Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(Mista Dopeman don't make me beg on my knees)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
I got the streets sewed up, from yo hood to my block
I cook powder cocaine and serve it when it rock
I done came up dog, I got a big body coupe
Cause I take my caviar and I scretch it with woop
Ballin' beyond and above from a key to a dove
Nigga get yo work from me cause I give the hommie love
On tripple beam skales you name it I sells
I got the baddest bitches plus the bombay jewels
And if it ever get short it won't take long to pop back
Doin' about a buck fifteen up the coast with my top back
I got a show to do, the kitchen is my stage
And since I'm headed O.T.
Pick me on my sky page
Chorus
Smoke until you fry, you say depression is yo alibi
Water get you so high niggas think they can fly
I got a bombay batch of that shit, makin' a meant
Leave you crazy kinda bent with super natural strengh
So I keep the tech ready do blast cause I will
And extra jug to embombthe first nigga that I kill
So miss me with that bullshit fool don't even trip
My jugs already full and my sticks already diped
So come trough the spot if not spend money when you can
Cause when it comes to narcotics call Mack the dopeman
Now woop woop look at me all in the S coupe
Ballin' like I'm playin' hoop and I'm straight sellin loop
Chorus：
(Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(Mista Dopeman don't make me beg on my knees)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please)
Well tell me what you need, cavi water weed or speed
(Mista Dopeman don't make me beg on my knees)
Bitch tell me what you need, tell me what you need
(Mista Dopeman can I get a hit please)
Mack 10 to the rescue (X3)
Bitch you ain't get no motherfuck...
not a motherfuckin thang from me
Now get
8.Mack 10, Mack 10
f／ AllfrumThai, The Comrads
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
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
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
9.The Guppies
f／ Ice Cube
The guppies dup dup dup
(Repeat dup dup dup 3X)
Verse 1 (Cube)
It's a feeding frenzy
with guppies all around the edge
nigga if you tryna get fed you in the red
eat you up, beat you up
If that don't work heat you up
Now you wearin' white (punk)
smellin' like Fahrenheit
Niggas, fleas, ticks and parasites
tryna get a crumb off the turntable
Stick your nose in my bowl it's fatal
you Kane I'm Abel
Nigga you know we checkin' quotas and dollars
nigga you no the pecking order we follow
sayin' that we got to holla, if I can quote you
But the king of the jungle never meet with the vultures
never been a sucker never been fake (never)
Never tried to make all I can make (never)
Represent my niggas 'til the bow breaks
but haters hate we can eat steak by the lake.
Chorus
The Guppies dup dup dup (Repeat 4X)
Verse 2 (Mack)
What a beautiful day, clear blue skies
my murder ones block sunrays from my eyes
Twistin' triple gold so I gotta pack heat
Lay the titanium and flame up the street
down the boulevard with my hand on trigger
fools hittin' me up like who is that nigga
Ruuff ruuff you know who it is
Mack 10 punk top dog in showbiz
I cocks the revolver ready to start gattin' 'em
but what I look like set trippin' and I'm platinum
I hesitates put down the trey eight
keep pushing to the hood
make sure my folks is straight
Outta control a nigga ballin' like Shaq
gave my momma money and slid the homies sacks
And it's like that about the bank wad
the more cheese ya got the more killas on ya squad
for the guppies
Chorus
Verse 3 (Cube)
Okay we hollered fake as hugs check my wallet
driving to the crib make sure no nigga followed
Called up the mighty one O (what you wanna do)
turn these bitch niggas to snow (how many 1 or 2？ It's on you)
Westside battle cry my alibi first class
hella high when you die
I'm changin' standard time with the yuppies
but fuck them to and you
Brought Mack Manson back to life
I kill niggas without a gun or a knife
I gave the order is he dead？ (yep) enough said
and all my followers got W's on they forehead
Murderers and they kill on command
walk around like zombies with Techs in each hand
For Mack and the Don wet you up like neon
freeze you like freon you fuckin' peon
The Guppies
Chorus
(bubbles)
Chorus
Eat you up.
10.Tonight's the Night
Mack (Squeak Ru) Talking：
Hey Squeak (What's up nigga)
hey, hey loan a nigga a thousand
( A thousand？ Nigga I ain't got no thousand.)
(We can go get a thousand) We can go get a thousand？
(Yeah we can go get a thousand.) We goin' to go get a
thousand then. (fuck around and get two or three)
We goin' to get it.
Chorus
I got my mind made up and it's on
I got to get it (Well let's get into it)
Well tonight is mine (and tonight is mine)
Verse 1
Big body Benzes Daytonas and rag 'Rarris
killa Cali is the state and it's wild as the safari
We hustle cook keys claim B's and C's
and we attack like Pit Bulls and Rottweiller pedigrees
With a Tech this Connect nigga what you expect
Dub SCG tatooed on my neck
as I parlay you do what you do I do what the dollar say
I'm a street nigga punk my pistol smoke like Doc Holiday
and I sell everythang homie now tell me what you want
you got to have this caviar fool so don't say you don't
Illegal or legit hit after hit I keep ya head bobbin'
in all black like Batman give it to me or I'm robbin'
Now what you gone do hand over the goods or do I take 'em
now do you keep little busta niggas in ya camp
or do ya shake 'em
It's Mack 10 once again in ya ear like a diamond
and while the street lights is shinin'
all through the night I keep grindin'
Chorus (2X)
Verse 2
Back the fuck up 'foe I act the fuck up (back the fuck up nigga)
keep makin' big heads 'til they stack the fuck up (ha ha haa)
I need major scrill that's real it don't stop until then
now watch this OG ghetto survillian check a million
Quick fast got to have it man so I use muscle
straight timin' dedication dog and all about hustle
I hit ya like boom bam don't ya know who I am
I got this shit by the bird half O-Z or the gram
But never ever let a nigga owe you that don't know you
and don't trust no fuckin' bitch but get one that's down foe you
Late night to early morn' it's on in the war zone
man life's a gamble dog if you crap out you gone
Chorus (2X)
Squeak Ru Talking： Yeah once again the undefeated dub SCG,
on the ass for being the busters you present yourself to be.
Chorus (2X)
11.Chicken Hawk II
Talking：The record you about to hear is basically true.
The names have been changed to protect the guilty. (You a cold
nigga)
Some breathe gangsta shit,
we dream of gangsta shit (Repeat)
Verse 1
I hit licks nigga lead the hood in strong arm
'bout to get more chickens than Foster Farms
Now give it up or die this a mothafuckin' jack
hustlas guard yo sack the chicken hawk is back
Impatiently waiting out of hunger
my instinct to kill got stronger
my wingspan's longer
my guns loaded up and before you know what hit you
I jump off the wire swoop and then I get you
And fuck a tussle bitch cause all I do is shoot
put lead in ya dome take ya sack and ya loot
With a foe foe (.44) revolver so my strap ain't a jammer
I want pure Peruvian no cuttin' Arm ＆ Hammer
Gotta take what I need that's how the ball bounces
now decide if you go die over thirty six ounces
Before I go make sure no cameras in the vents
pull a feather from my tail and dust off my claw prints
Nigga
Chorus
You knew that I was dangerous
when ya took it
Look the Chicken Hawk two is after you
(Repeat)
In search of super chicken (Have you seen him？)
(Repeat 4X)
Verse 2
Yo girl gave me the cock
but now she holla rape
So I take her to my nest
and wrap her with the duct tape
Pull my heat out squeeze and make these Teflons melt her
and watch blood drip all down the walls like Heltah Skeltah
Take flight over the woods to drop the body
and hit a lake to rinse off 'cause my feathers all spotty
I stalk once again caught my prey by surprise
look in his eyes if he lies he dies before sunrise
Where the work at fool the jack is on
you feel the wrath of the chrome
kick in or get your noodles blown
So hurry the fuck up nigga take me to the safe
It ain't no time to waste with this Magnum in ya face
Make one false move I swear the gunshots rang out
first I'ma kill you then I'ma blow ya bitch brains out
A hawks technicality is pecking for his salary
so keep the dope whoopin' while the Hawk'll keep swoopin'
Chorus
Mack Dime and that's one to grow on mothafuckas.
12.Westside Foe Life
We got bitches on the left, Niggas on the right
Bitches wanna fuck, Niggas wanna fight
Do what you gotta do, Nigga keep it tight
But make um understand Its Westside foe Life
X rated Americans most faded, Bitch plated niggas in the
industry
Got it in for me, but i kick back nigga life is short,
And you don't wanna get put on life support
We wake up early,you aint worthy and got the killas on deck
So the rappers ain't got to get they hands dirty
You wanna battle, hand a bitch the mic
you wanna squab, Im too rich to fight
Niggas get him git him, where it hurts to his head squirts puss
Infamous when you aint kin to us
Abuse with Crips and Bloods, on the loose
Killa Cali all we need is an excuse
Chorus
Just remember you niggas that want me to timber
I'm in my swimming pool, in the middle of December
Foe every motherfucka that wanna kill a vet
make sure he see a silloutte foe his pillows wet
Its the motherfuckin crack king westside nigga lookin mean
so pass the vaseline
hit the supa green shott the M1 carbeam
It yellow tape on the scene, so join my team
It looks like you need protection, From the Westside Connection
Punk the world aint yours cause motherfuckas like you do chores
Chorus
Ya'll punk niggas don't got a choice
Yo bitch hear my voice pussy get moist
Bitches in the beauty shop, talkin bullshit
Lyin on which rich nigga done hit
How many dicks did you have stuck in you
The topic is always whose fuckin who
Nappy hair hoes with earrings in they nose
Always seem to fuck the rich bros
A word to your females consumer
You given all the playas tumors
With your hood rat rumors
Just because you gettin your hair cut
Dont you got to spill yo guts
and lie on my nuts
Chorus
13.Gangster Poem(Insert)
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!!
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