1.Westside Slaughterhouse
f／ Ice Cube, W.C.
(Mack 10)
Microphone check I.O. from the west coast beller and tella
I cuss like a sella when you see her shes a gonna
Moved to California blew the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin out of 64's
When it comes to the gun play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
(Ice cube)
It's the dog breathen through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster niggas never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we fucked
Her pussy whipped bitch with no common sense
Hip Hop started in the west
Ice Cube bailin' through the east without a vest
(W.C)
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's Vagina
Finda notha crew of niggas that can fuck with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How you figure speed on before you get peed on nigga
(Mack 10)
Fool what side is you
Red or the blue
While as the L.A. zoo it's round two
I ignite grab the mic tight strike like a ratle bring
Rhymes and nines to the mutherfuckin battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get to pumpin'
They know a nigga dumpin'
You dred like a rasta when I lock like a terrier
Mack 10 the nigga with the heat that i'll berry ya
(Ice Cube)
Oh ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo feet
Clear thewhole block both sides of the street
Even crips and bloods hear my thuds
Fee fy foe fum a nigga where you from 'Westside'
(W.C.)
Fuck all you niggas I'm yellin'
This is maad circle to the fullest everybody 187um
Toons play the piano fuck a battle
I'm socking rappers like mad man Sontiago
'Cause you niggas ain't impressin' me plus you singin' big red
records
So nigga fuck what you tellin' me
Sit down Jr. you couldn't see me if you wanted to
Look ya'll it Mack 10,Cube and the double you
(Mack 10)
I just had a scrap fo the neighborhood inglewood sterotype
Got to deal with the hype
Known to kick back with the fat sack fuck that
Where my gat at nigga trippin off my bulls hat
About to let loose with the chrome tray dude 5 shots
And I put holes in yo Bandana
I push a Benz you still rollin' Gs
So nigga miss me with the set trip
And start slangin' keys
(Ice Cube)
When I say itchy citchy
Niggas get bitchy bitchy cause they heard of ah
Natural born murderah
I'm like Frankenstein is spankin' time
Layin' in the sunshine
With only one nine
Now who wants to bust with the never rust
Goin' platinum plus every time I cuss
So fuck the whole world black niggas
Better hope I don't grow my jeri curl back
(W.C.)
Steper murderah stepin' out a Chevrolet
Sportin' a beenie like Marvin Gaye
Stalkin' walkin' in my big black chuck's
Standin' t'all in your freestyle session holdin' my balls
I'm peepin' game like a ref in '95
'Cause niggas be foul and biten other niggas styles
But if you're biten this you better bring a dentist
'Cause sucking these balls ah give yo ass lock jaws
(Mack 10)
Which way shall I go nigga what should I do
Should I bang with the red should I truce with the blue
Should I rock dope beats grab the mic and stay down
Or should I shoot out of town and flip this pound
Shit I never knew that my nuts ah get bigger
Checkin' major figures I'm hangin with platinum niggas
It's Mack 10 and I'm inglewood swangin
No time fo bangin'
But still got my cackeys hangin'
(Ice Cube)
Fuck one love it's the bloody glove killin' honkey hoes
Leaving blood stains on Broncos
In a Hertz rental I drive on the 405
Is he dead or alive
Motherfuckin court took another snort
Jumpin' over chairs as I run through the airport
So I can catch a flight away from the drama
Number 32 chillin' in the Bahamas
(W.C.)
Sucky ducky quack niggas ain't knowin' how to act
Sucka ducks play the back
Nigga use to dis now it's turning around and like Brandy
Motherfuckers wanna be down
With this west coast rap game I can give a fuck
If you wasn't down at first you can buck these nuts
Transformers get stole on boom (BOOOM)
Get the picture killa cali home of the body bags nigga
Westside (x2)
2.Chicken Hawk
f／ Ice Cube
Quielty I stalk niggas call me the Chicken Hawk
Approach with my gun in a 2 one one
As I sickum lay my victum may I lickum
All action stop nobody move no pop
As I reck shop red alert make yo blood squirt
When I work in the brownies and the high top chucks to do dirt
Keep it sound put it down my way
Protected by an A.K. as I search for my pray
Through the geto hit the peddle every corner I'm torning
Look for the money the kilos and the gallons of shermin nigga
Till we meet I stash my heat
Neet in my baggage do damage nasty as a savage
Lookin for the cabbage
Its own 20 grand I spot a bird in hand
As I spread my wing spand I swoop ready to land
Gotta get heem hit the spot grab the sack
And I shake it blessed with the game
To make it bus its easier to take it, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
'Don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker'
On a late night creep the hawk sours on a mission
Mashin' through the hood nerd this nigga had the chickens
36 zones in each sack to be exact
Got 50 G's or more in street value worth of crack
As he put it down out of control with the cavey
Got Benzos on the grass twistin front and back cadeys
Capacino sted of coffe moet
No more rossie rolex diamonds all glossy
Glossy Mr. Flossy sewed up the block keys to double up rock
I gotta lick heem nigga want know heen when I get heem me
Shoot strate never hesitate fools cooperate
Or I dag un tagum body bagum with my magnum
Heat in yo chest how we do it in the west
I gaffle up yo dope and fly back to my nest
I stalk hit up in chalk all over the sidewalk
Its Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk
Interlude：
Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the ？？？ you got
And put on ？？？ behind the ？？？ or I kill this motherfucker
On a midnight flight the hawk glides through the breeze
Pull my wings at eaze as I lands in the palm trees
Overlook my lick set my scope like a sniper
Hawk the bitch piper be alarmed foe the type a fool
That ah hoo ride when he doo ride
I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard nots, nigga
A gaffle dick is all I ever gave a hoe
Where peneltons not a cape so I can't save a hoe
Mack 10 just stepped off the planet of the apes
Foe the money and dope I never rapes I duck tapes
Bitches I mackum down flagum down they pull over
Fill lucky as a fowe leaf clover in a Range Rover
They never know its the hawk his self
My eyes reder than red with St. Ides on my breff
I draw down all this licken got me nervous so I'm twitchen
Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
Foe life
＊Ring＊
Oh I see you Mr. Funny-man
Aw motherfuckin'
Yeah you're the kind of nigga that ？？？ with your bitch
Well listen to this motherfucker
Aaaaahhhhhhaaaaa
＊Gun shots＊
＊Clik-clak＊
＊Hang up＊
3.H-O-E-K
f／ Ice Cube, K-Dee
Oh
Shake your ass
K-Dee bayby
He's hard on his hoez
This is H.O.E.Killa all day (thrilla)
Pussy thrilla come in smootha than a miller
Genuine draft ben you in half
Fishin' cuz my mish in is to getin you and stab
You with this ginsoo then you ah see that I don't give a fuck
I'm trip off them hoez that say they neva suck... dick
But I'm to slick I bet I make them switch
Then you hear me scream 'make the music with yo mouth bitch'
I play em hard Bogard when I met em like Rochelle
Ooh suck dick so swell
Yea it don't stop jus uh get it get it
Head down ass up so I can hit it hit it
Uh Its on like that always look in fo some action
Make in em neva breath again like that hoe name Toni Braxton
Call me the boat knocka I blast like banoka
Oh my I can't deny I'm high off that cho-co-late
Ty get my clown on daily
Don't nutt in come free see bitch this is K-Dee
Still try in ta lan this skanless brotha
Uh notha claim inn true from the crew that unda cova
Still Lench Mob in got ta let them bitches know
Flow original I got ta let my richies grow
So check one check two test these nuts uh
I'm them guts of these hoez with the big butts
I dig um smack um slap um on the ass
Out with a tank full of gas and pocket full of cash
I'm paid in fact I'm ah mack with 10
Times mo game now tell me who you blame
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
Mack 10 comin' straight outta plain Inglewood
He got to ？？ on your hoez
Uh, and you know that, and you know that
I knew this girl name Wonda that drove a Honda wagon
A bad ass bitch but always bragin
About this, that and the other
It's like every nigga ballin' was her big brother
She knew the 411 on everyone of them
But swore up and down she wasn't fuckin' with none of them
Had niggas on her like decals buyin' her jewells
Cause the ass was like booyah
She was the perfect bitch
Let her tell it but the hoe was full of so much bullshit
I could smell it
And I could tell she was a no good ho
Cause she always want to meet the niggas that I know (like Cube)
First Cube, K-Dee and I bet
If you let me mention Pooh
Then the bitch I'll get soken wet
Wantin' to do it just to say she done it
Let him nut on her stomach
Cause he got a five hunit
Benzo but you know how hos is
They itchin' fo the chickens and the niggas in show biz
With out the chips no dips or the hotteys
But 10 I'll kick a bitch like he doin' karate
In the body round house to the ribs with the gangsta boots
Man I brakes they ass off to the roots
This H.O.E.K. all muthafuckin day
And wouldn't have it no other way
So lock the door hit the floor
And if you hear any noise
You know is that nigga Mack 10 nuttin up on a hoe
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
I'm a hoe killa
4.10 Million Ways
f／ Ice Cube
Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars
Tick tock around the clock for the rock ya come see me
Just knock at the door I'll grant your wish like a genie
Strait out to get paid stack the loot that I made
Been slangin' dope out my mammas' house since the 10th grade
Never tried it can't deny it in the tiots was a looter
Used to hang with drive by shooters
Stickem up for Honda scooters
Never was a schollar make you throw yo hands and holla
Wolla went to Jr. high slangin' joints fo a dollar
Finger waves was the new fad so they spoted a due rags
Niggas got dumped on fo the red or blue rags
Down with the G's so them niggas never serve me
Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey
Painter pants cuffed so I fixit on my biscuits
Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I'll keep it
twisted
It's that niggarunnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow
And everywhere I go it's a must I keep it ghetto
Chorus： X2
'Choose one'
'1 2 3 4 hit it!' (X2)
24／7 on a 211 fresh out the county I hunt like a bounty
]From 10 to midnight make sure my shit tight
Map out the lick right so that I hit right
I strike to stay alive to be exact need a sack
Can't hack this monkey on my back
So I shot it now you plot it I got it
Exotic to erotic money ho's to narcotics
No preachin' knowledge of self or religion
I'm too busy raisin' pitbulls and pigeons
Put the hustle down steady for the summer
I'm ready way tighter got two birds and a rider
But I'm out fo mo nigga can't get enough doe
Place my hands on the fo fo
Arm robbery is my hoby
So I gotta sickum then lickum
Now who's my next victim
Chorus： X2
'Choose one'
'1 2 3 4 hit it!' (X2)
Got the plak in the back straight ragtop
Peepin' the scene with the gangsta lean
Super clean in and out make you weak at the knees
I watch fo the theives on my hunt spoke D's
Stereo type foe life from the streets where the palms trees sway
And the money parlay
Fo block niggas got the hoes like sewed up
Bitches on my nuts every since I first showed up
BG nigga with my though skins hangin'
Tryin to look like my big homies that was bangin
Slangin like 90 goin north with the cavey
Twistin through the hood in a 83 caddy
Coupe Deville I packs my big still
Cause it's sittin on white ones with the two way tight ones
And as I floss I keeps my nina Ross
Cocked with the clipin to catch a nigga slippin'
Chorus：
'Choose one'
'1 2 3 4 hit it!' (X2)
5.Here Comes The G
K-Dee talking：
Hey hey hey baby check it out. I'm K-Dee, ＆
that's my nigga Mack 10 over there. Now he gotta be cooler
than the nigga thatyou sittin' with, so pump yo' brakes
'cause here comes the G. Foe Liiife!!
Uhh that's right uhh yeah ha ha ha ha
what the fuck you smilin' at
right
Verse 1
It's that nigga west side swangin'
heat I'm bringin' like I'm bangin'
slangin' khakis hangin'
took the script ＆ I'm flippin' it
got bustas straight trippin' it
never thought Mack 10'll
be the new nigga rippin' shit
Real G style on a funky freestyle
solo flo show with my bitch ＆ my lo lo
gettin' my floss on as I slide my locs on
hit the corna' bitch hold on
Danas is what I roll on
So watch yo' step quiet it's kept on the leak
I blast I don't stick the different nigga in the click
as I kick rhymes niggas pick mines from the stack
threw the roof on the sack then cut the 'lac front ＆ back
on all gold hundred spoke D's when I skiis
nigga please wanna be G's don't wanna see these
straight from killa Cali it's like the Valley of Death
of who's left I'll be a G 'til my very last breath
Chorus
Fresh as a new pack I'll be doper than my cavi sack
Checkin' loot like it's crazy in painter pants ＆ Stacys
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Now as I roll through the turf with that true G pride
feeling high as I ride from the west to the eastside
On them switches went from rags to riches
all snitches must die I can't lie
I like them hoochie bitches
though I know that a hoe is a gamble
scandle hard to handle them dookey braids ＆ sandals
That's how I like it hike it touchdown then spike it
then pipe it so tough they can't gripe it
So if it's on from uh dusk 'til dawn
keep it crackin' stay packin' as long as niggas jackin'
Mackin' like Goldie bumpin' nothin' but oldies
reminiscin' tilt the 40's when I vibe the dead homies.
Talking：
Yeah I wanna say what's up to all my deceased homeboys
from the west ＆ eastside didn't make it to see this rap.
Oh yeah it's still Mack 10 foe life puttin' it down like this
here.
Chorus
Verse 3
Down for the dirt I sport khakis and a white t-shirt
slangin' work got the big birdies that don't chirp
I came up from a crawler now my stack is taller
big baller shot caller movin' shit like a U-Hauler
So now it's on like that ＆ I'm rollin'
controllin' the 'hood guns about a boat swollen
back arms tatted (Inglewood) so tweed can get gatted
cavi water weed or speed what you need 'cause I have it
So come through run through ＆ uhh smell the vapors
won't be no set trip if it's all about paper
Down with the Lench Mob I can't go wrong
well known ＆ it's on bankin corners in my Brougham
Chorus
Mack 10, westside, foe life, and we out
6.Mozi-Wozi
She wants me to break it half
So I'mma crack it like Humpty Dumpty
Her brothas want jump me
But but motherfuck a lil trick
She can get the dicka dee dick dick down south or in her mouth
Bustin' nigs I like to digs dark meat
Big booty but no cellulete
I'll grab it stab it cause I gots to have dag nabbit
Fuck it like rabbit
Wanna make it holla
Oh what the hell
Bust a right turn 12 dollar motel
Cause in the hood thats the best a nigga get
Small room smelling like cigarettes
Look girl it's a bed and builing
So stop acting like you gotta have the Hilton
It's four walls so drop your drawls and get cozy
Cause I'mma break you off something at the Mozi-Wozi
Chorus：
＊Woman moans＊
(Mozi-Wozi)
Mack 10 bitch
(Niggaz make a children)
Foe life
(Bitch I'll be there)
You got damn right
(If it cares to trip 'em)
Before we get busy go and take a shower
But hurry up shit cause we only got an hour
And I plan to be in it up to win it a good 45 minutes
And break that back down
Stick yo ass in the air and lay yo head flat down
Waking up the neighbors nothing can save ya
But I hope I don't catch the vapors
Cause funky ass cock is a turn off
It gets me hotter than pace paconie sauce
]From New Yor City ('New York City')
You got a big ole ass and little bitty titties
But it's cool, cause I can hunt for your chest
And now we getting complaints from the front desk
At my door just to get a peek freak
Motherfucka kinda nozy at the Mozi-Wozi
＊Woman moans＊
I'm breakin' hoes down 'till their very last complaint
Ass up face down
Ain't no frontin' on the pussy that I'm gettin'
Name is Mack 10 but fuck it I'm still sweating
You won't believe all the wreak I'm catching
I'm hard as a brick and my rubber is stretching
See a motel bed can take a pounce
When you give it more bounce to the ounce
And I'm feeling it from the way I'm hung
And I'm killing it I might puncture a lung
Now the Mozi-Wozi is the place for chillin'
But the bathroom towels ain't worth stealin'
The T.V.'s broke and the carpet is dirty
And you got till about 12：30
To have yo ass out
But don't fuck around and get drunk and pass out
Cause before I can finish this rhymes
You hear a buzzer and a bitch yealen check out time
Chorus
Bitch so don't even trip
(Mozi-Wozi)
Bridge X2
Bitch
Let's go...
7.Foe Life
Verse 1
Mack 10 nutty as they come
leave 'em face down
and numb from the waist down
It's a Sunday a gun day
rollin' down a one way
in my 'lac front and back
over train tracks
On yak and herb nigga swerve
it get's on my nerves
banked my Danas on the curb
In the gutta lane
I'm butta man
Foot to the flo'
what you want from the sto'
I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single
comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle
Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her
but niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker
Fool I'ma vet you can bet
that I can dance underwater and not get wet
It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap
everybody run when I bust a cap
puttin' Inglewood up on the map
look at what I do when I pull my strap
Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown
bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down
Chorus
Foe life foe life
Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
(Repeat)
Verse 2
Khacki suit ski mask is my attire
with my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire
Fool where ya keep the rims and tires
'fo yo' life expires I'm as nutty as Michael Myers
Didn't think about the Rottweiler
a lot of stiches in the ass
blood in the Impala
Sittin' in the County with a gold record
Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked
caught with a contraband in my hand
Mack 10 take the stand
your Honor I'ma changed man
so please let me go so I can flow
Got a show had to ask my P.O. can I go
and if he say no I'ma have to say
bitch get out the car slow
and leave ya fuckin' dough
'cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world
let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl
Chorus
Verse 3
Call 911 there's a son of a bitch on the roof
yarned up in his birthday suit
(Mack 10 to the rescue)
my momma wanna know why I do what I do
'cause I'm superman superbad supermad superfly
fool you can die
There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
and I'm at home sewing stripes on
Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway
'bout to buck you down with this throw away
with no serial number it's the summer
where niggas die
It's hotter than July
You better stay low fo' you get a halo
plus wings and a gown when I come around
So take 10 paces
and try to guess the color of my shoelaces
Chorus with ad libs 'til end
8.On Them Thangs
When in the streets I keep my heat on my seat, no doubt about it
It's my Afrikan express I don't leave home without it
Summertime just ain't known for the weather
It's hot cause niggas bring out shit they put together
13 to 14 7's can't miss
But on some shit you got to let 15-8's twist
Chevy trucks and 'em
El Caminos anybody want Danas i got them for eight ？？？？？？
All day long
Gold or all chrome it's on
You out to get 'em cause the tires come with 'em
but they ain't for busters only hogs roll D's
So keep yo' stocks on if you can't fade these
Thousand in my pocket, yayo I rock it
Keep my lond clean so the car hops can jock it hit the switch up
and down
Make the bumper drag the ground on the 'Shaw
Every Sunday night just to clown on them thangs
Get the hammer
Be sure that yo strap ain't a jammer and as long
As ain't nuthin' wrong then beat I'm on
As I watch for the lick i got the switch to make me hit
Front back side to side and three wheel shit
Won't hesitate to let loose niggas broke the gang truce
But I still roll my deuce that hang like a noose
It don't stop for Mack, it's the same ol' same ol'
Danas gold as I lay low, twisting like a tornado
in that surplus gear like the G of the year
Fuck the hour, it's all about the money and the power
Ain't about set trippin' no bloodin' no crippin'
Just dippin' hittin' switches knockin' hood rat bitches
As I'm rollin' out of control and smoking humps
Crank up the bumptie bumps 4 gates and square
Dumps so I bang it, make the 20's slide when I swang it
Lick it once lick it twice as nice
when I hang it on them thangs
D's I'm on 'em
Killas they want 'em
On them thangs...
Old Chevy's to Cadillacs on twisters and Doves
Everybody got a plaque given pub to they car club
Mafia for life individuals and Damus Ride
Majestics and them niggas from the southside
New school to old school get they ride on
Bendin' corners caravaning like 50 strong
In a Rag Top that and a hard top this
Bustin ho's cause you can't miss if you let 'em twist
So get you a set of them what we call Dana's
And see for yo'self all the bitches they brang us
cut the wheel right to left and make the ass end slide
Now all the riders ride and skate from side to side
On them thangs
9.Wanted Dead
On a high speed chase they recognize my plates
Wanted for a 187 in three states
Got my glock cock, mind is ill mental
Blastin' at one time through my back window, shit
Sick individual, murder was my ritual
Mashin' in a hard top four, all original
Bout a dozen of cops all behind me
Mad as fuck cause Ice Cube is my crimey
Like a missile launch led from my pistol
Jumpin' hills like the streets of San Francisco
Hard tryin' to stump him, reload my dumper
Hit the ground, lost my hubcaps and my back bumper
A hundred and ten, Westbound on the freeway
Bo guardin' traffic cause I do shit the G way
Hard to survive, lit up a 45
No alive instead Mack 10 wanted dead
And it's on, stick to the fire, loop get me high
Drop the four in low, as I smoke the back tires
Peddle to the floor in a bucket low low
One time trailin', hittin' corners, fish tailin'
I continue to cap as the gap starts to pull again
Mashin' through Fullerton, a all points bulletin
Wigs get pilled, nigga, runnin' from the kill
Bugs flyin' into my grill and windshield
Never see trial, say fck tryin' to stretch me
Mack 10 a fuckin' dead man if they catch me
Stompin' through red lights, no headlights on my vehicle
5150 is my penal code
I empty the clips when I carry'em, aimin' to bury'em
Nigga fresh out the sanitarium
LAPD tryin' to blow off my beanie
Want the whole world to see me
Put my face on TV, for real
Fuck this shit, if they catch me I'ma goner
Runnin' for my life, I continue to hit corners
With my heat, 50 rounds deep
Nigga, goin' down, holdin' trial in the street, fuck it
If it's on like that
It's about who's nuts is fat
And who's straightest with they gat, for real
That's how it be, livin' like a G
It's better them than me facin' strike number three
Heel no, I can't fuck with the lock down
Mack 10'll grab the Mack 10
And set the glock down and I'm runnin'
Freeze was my order, cappin' at they ass
As I hit the border and I'm gone
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)
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