1.Intro
2.The Recipe
Yo, mack 10, with just a few of the hoo bangin affiliates.
Cj mac, binky mac, boo kapone, and the homie techniec.
Now here we go, it's the show stopper, noodle knocker
Gung ho, 1-o fo sho the door clocker
I keep it rough with that red or blue shit
Hoo bang crew shit, recipe new shit
It's off the hinges, and my friends is
Rollin, twelve cylinder benz's with the chrome 20 inches
So fuck all the haters and the non believers
Punk niggas and bitches, hood rats and divas
Now platinum's automatic gangsta rap fanatic
No static shit with the radio and watch em add it
Hoo bang affiliates in that ass like a thorn
What's your favorite song？ don't hate, sing along
I'm blindin niggas slowly with the iced out rolly
Leave your shirt holy with the glock pistol-ly
So, hang around for the go down
Hip-hop classic bound as i clown, house to town
And have it my way, jewlery parvay
Mack 10 got your hottie hot as the mojave
Want the recipe？ then you fellas best to be
Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me
No bustas, no peace
Rock the black fleece, techniec
In the gray off caprice, dogs stay off the leash
Peep this, my click's nothing but heat bitch
Kick flows, stay on your toes, stay away from hoes
I know bitches that turn you on and turn on you
Kiss the hook ass nigga, pull a burn on you
That ain't the way i do thangs i hoo bang
So more niggas, more bigger, more heat, ready to blow triggers
Show niggas, recipes, hoes, guns and funds
Blowfish, big tits, dubs and hunds
With nothin but redrumin when the heat start hummin
Empty the tech nina till these niggas stop comin
Young innovative, long beach native
This holocaust bust off and make it demostrative
You niggas don't want test me
Dynamic on my right connect to the left of me
Form the recipe
If you ain't in this for the money what you in it for？
We got the recipe, best to be, in it for the dough!
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Gettin closer to god tryin to clutch what i can't touch
Time to get paper in the wind like a caper
Hoo bangin affiliate, niggas it's gonna take ya
Flossy ass rolex that's iced to the sickle
Bitches up on the pickle since the bank roll tripled
Now nigga what？ when you see binky mac, throw it up!
Most underrated nigga that's hated, now give it up
I ride for connect gang, die for connect gang
Throw up spot slang, watch and let my nuts hang
Down with the 1-o, meet me in the jungle
Fly, gettin high by the motherfuckin tunnel
A sick ass nigga, that's how i gotta be
Smack my bitch up, like my name was prodigy
Two glocks, four fifths and ak's
Cut off khakis, house shoes and murder braids
I stay flamed up, never been tamed up
My little homie died last year, i hit his name up
For the 99 i'm yellin redrum
Quick to hit you up with two fingers and a thumb
I smash fools cuz cash rules, like castro
You want these fuckin slugs fast or slow, hoe？
Oh, i got the 44 for all y'all bj been day hoes
Get wet up with the dress oh fo sho
Motherfuckers better know, want la, you must see me
Fuck the niggas frontin on tv
City locked, got the key to the streets baby
Better know who to greet 'fore you creep baby
Hear me talkin bout gangbang niggas sport red and blue
Like a missle pierce stomach tissue
Top 20 motherfucker you, make a nigga wanna muzzle you
We kidnap for snaps, big hitter big stacks
Pool hall nigga made good
Gangbang nigga got rich and stayed hood
Dome shots, playa, you play about domein me
Jumpin on the knee, it's too late, you're shot, plow!
Fuck around and get your channel changed
Handle thangs with the german
Hit the sherm-an
Leave em squirm-an
C mac, twista get rich
Ain't nobody gon snitch, we's hoo bangas bitch
Check this style playa, check this technique
Check the way i ride or walk playa
Check the way i ride or speak
I stay suited and booted, bandannaed and tatted
Cris don mowed up, mac don blowed up, got em sewed up
Nigga who bangin？ who's sangin？
All this cheddar round me, niggas think i'm through bangin
But nah, hoo ridas bust straps and love dough
If you ain't in this for the cheddar what you in this for？
You know？
3.You Ain't Seen Nothin
(uh.) did y'all expect us？
(no no.) bitches, can y'all get naked？
(that's right!)
Uh, y'all know me, and the dough i see
Fa so la ti, it's chi chi
Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me
Talks to each it, wanna sleep with it
Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress
Tryin to see the top stop, everything drop so
Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know
I'm that playboy j, doin it my way like usher
And i don't feel bad when i crush ya
Like blush ya, style big ball, i'ma hit y'all
With shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all
You feel me dog？ i'm a c-h-i, multi
And i live and die for the whole pie
You can call it what you want, i'm a motherfuckin vet
(and ain't none a y'all seen nothin yet!)
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
{and all we about is them dollar dollar bills!}
You know that na na got the heater shit
That uh, everybody wanna eat her shit
Niggas talkin about they six wanna see this shit
Knowin half a y'all broads wanna be this bitch
＞from ny to the west side, motherfuckers keep me in the best
ride
38 chest size, ain't fuckin less i come off
With like 30 g's easy once the nigga dead off
Shit, never trust shit, i gives a fuck
I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch
And everything i rocks with
Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky
Got to bank this to even see me half naked
Like the black susan lucci, stiletto pumps, gucci
Ridicuolous ice, tag me, million dollar price
Stay frontin, y'all cats ain't seen nothin
I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino
And keep the semi glock, where ever me go
I stay ruger ready, or either smith ＆ wesson
And burn hearts, like they indigested it if i'm tested
So where you wanna meet at playa, over here？
I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear
Plus i'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen
Put your shades on when you peep the lex cuz the baugettes
glisten
(i want the whole three dozen
And with that drama, biz)
Well it all depends on how ill your na na is
Can you go o-t with a few and a gun？
But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one？
Now you can be up in the west and do it my way
Or hit the homie jd in atlanta, ga
Wanna ball well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale
Now mack and fox boogie got dope to sell
The hoo banger, mack 10.
The ill na na, foxy brown.
And the homie jd, the don chi chi.
We got the recipe, break it down.
4.Made Niggaz
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.)
Made niggaz from the south to the west!
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？
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!
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
5.Get Yo Ride On
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
6.Money's Just A Touch Away
This song is dedicated
To all the up and coming rappers, singers, hustlers, actors
Whatever you may be remember：
Without no struggle, you get no progress
So keep grindin, keep on mashin, get yours
Chorus： gerald levert
You're nothin far from comin up (keep on)
Money's just a touch away (keep on)
So keep on grindin don't give it up (keep on)
There'll always be another day (keep on)
And now i'm sittin at the pad, teary eyed and depressed
Starvin and sufferin from mental stress
Now a true center to the game of beginner
But hard to feel like a winner when you eat spreads for dinner
Hit the streets late night in the form of star mushin
On the 211 mission just to pay tuition
For my kids i got to grind and develop street saavy
Servin stress cause i just ain't got enough to cop cavi
But i can't stop, i won't stop, til i got it made
Either build my clientele, get a job or learn a trade
Like hip-hop, and make enough to live good forever
So i learned to write the rhymes and get my metaphors together
Then i joined a rap crew, with the homies on my street
Sellin underground tapes out the local swap meet
Gettin tighter on the mic, as i worked day to day
So now i lay down at night, and i hear voices say, 'mack'
Chorus
Now i'm new to the scene, h as in hard, n as in nympho
So like epmd, could you _please listen to my demo？_
I left the local crew, felt like i was the man
In popular demand and now ready for soundscan
So i searched for a deal with no luck i kept rappin
Felt like it would take a miracle to make it all happen
Marble said it was a test, 'mack don't do nuttin wrong!
Just have faith in god and keep your hustle goin strong
Stay hongry, keep writin, don't quit you're too close
Remember good things come to those who want it most'
So i never left the house, without my rap book
Thought i found a new crew but eventually got shook
First they said i was cool, but then started to doubt me
Put me on the backburner and just forgot all about me
Partna said i wasn't fresh, and sent me on my way, but you know
what？
As i was leavin, i could hear voices say, 'mack'
Chorus
Now the tables turned, but i remember they used to clown me
The hard work paid off, and luck finally found me
So call every publication, billboard and the editor
And tell em mack's being signed by dude workin on _the predator_
I got the midas touch, now everything be the bomb
Hooked up with the don, now made a few mill-ion
I don't bang i write the good rhymes, you know about mines
Man i'm the tightest mc, ice cube ever signed
Now if ain't the radio, it's a video shoot
Livin life in the limelight, with a bank full of loot
Now my crew is solid, shook the haters and the leeches
Runnin full court at my house with our girls on the beaches
Plus the violence is ceased, no more bi-coastal beef
Cause now i get down with the north south and the east
I reminisce on hard times, seem like yesterday, but now
Hoo bangin' is official and i remember they used to say, 'mack'
Chorus
Money's just a touch away..
Money's just a touch, just a simple touch
Money's just a touch away..
me
Yaknowhati'msayin？ clowned me -- gon' be a rapper, what？
Hahahaha
7.Suck Down(Insert)
8.Get A Lil' Head
Intro：mack 10
This goes out to all them niggas, that got the ups on these hoes
And that willy, don't give a mad ass fuck about a bitch
Tell em techniec....
Verse one： techniec, cj mac
Listen up baby, yo i'm talkin to you (you)
About what your fast ass need to be goin thru (aha)
I see the ho in you (you), it ain't hard to go in you
And i be fo' sho' a fool if i invest some dough in you
I gotta show to do so cut straight to the chase
Got five minutes, get in it, nuts straight to ya face (blaow!)
In case you lost all your morals (what？)
I know more hoes that specialise in oral (open up!)
I like that, sleep good on the flight back (uhh), spread the
word
The first night back that's on the beach
Outta town i met a freak with chips, made a nigga bust like
keith
(god damn!)
Mo' head the better while i go head for the cheddar (uhuh,
wassup？)
Man, i got a bitch bad as shante moore (fo' sho'？)
But i don't love that ho (why？) cos cash all i got love for
She like to fuck, i like to get my dick sucked (uhuh)
She gave me head while baby stashed her fingers in her butt
(nasty bitch)
I told her 'baby, if you wanna be my honey (be my honey)
You gotta suck my dick and you gots ta give me money' (got to)
She shook her head and she moaned out load (ohhhh)
She couldn't answer back, she had my dick in her mouth (ha ha)
Ain't makin like a pretty bitch gogglin balls (wassup？)
Especially if the pretty bitch is gogglin yours (or mine)
I need a bitch to blow me out like a candle (wooof!)
With lips like badu and a mouth like teisha campbell (fo' sho')
Chorus：
Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight, sucked down tonight
＊repeat＊
Verse two： binky mac, boo kapone
Fuckin for riches, elegant model bitches (uhh)
My mind's in a right perspective, i keeps it temptin
She's seen somethin glistenin and any ho will copper
Binky from that hoo bangin, mobsters eatin lobsters (ha ha)
Boo sent me a bitch he thought i couldn't handle
Wanna 4' 5', gettin head, lookin like naomi campbell (nasty
bee-yatch)
＊？fiona folanda？＊ all the way to gidget (what？)
Ain't fuckin wit no hoes 'less they makin over six digits
(that's right)
Check it, that bitch is fine, finest made wine (uhuh)
Let me hit it from behind cos i'm down with mack-dime (that's
right, nigga)
That bitch gave me the sex (what？) wit no flex
Plus that loot was mesmerised off of binky mac's row
'ain't y'all rappers？ don't y'all hoo bang？' (uhuh)
Yes, shut your mouth, give up the pootang (give it up,
beeyatch!)
I make ya moan (what？) and groan (what？)
Bitch, look me in my eyes, you gettin fucked by boo kapone
(dig that bitch out, boo)
You better shake it (what？), til you break it (uhh)
Jump outcha clothes and get buck-ed naked (take it off)
I smash, i blast, i left her gash (ha ha)
I pull a train like my name was joe flash
Chorus
Verse three： mack 10
See a bitch is a bitch is a ho is a ho (uhuh)
And which one of y'all gonna blow mack 1-0 (who？)
One bitch said 'me, i'll hit my knees like a crawler
Mack, i'll suck your dick, i just love a big baller'
I whipped it out she said
'damn, it's like the neck on a giraffe (god damn)
I'll spend a hour down south for you to nut in my mouth
I'm a pro at sex, i ride a dick like a honda (ha ha)
My name is rhonda', well rhonda, meet anaconda
Start suckin and slurpin and hummin when you do me
'i'm a fan of yours, then will you do somethin to me (no)
I love a thug nigga that a pack a few glocks (ha ha)
Mack, don't make me blow your socks and kick rocks' (bitch,
what？)
Quiet on the set, bitch, i'll do what i like (uhuh)
Now shut the fuck up and just check my mic (shut up)
Tramp, don't say shit to ya, fuck my whole crew
Cos a ho ain't a ho til she's ran all thru (what's happenin？)
Chorus／ outro：
Get a lil' head (bitch, like i was sayin....)
Make a lil' love (what's happenin with your motherfuckin ass)
Get sucked down tonight (you gonna pull out your shit or roll,
bitch？)
Sucked down tonight (simple as that, bitch, you're gonna kick
rocks)
Get a lil' head (you're gonna suck my nigga binky dick)
Make a lil' love (you're gonna suck eiht dick)
Get sucked down tonight (you're gonna suck boo dick)
(you're gonna suck my dick)
Sucked down tonight (you're gonna suck cj dick)
(you're gonna suck big spike dick)
(you gon' suck wave's dick)
(eh, carlos, you want your dick sucked, nigga？)
(yo, hehah, you gonna suck the roadawgs dick)
(you gonna suck the comrades dick)
(bitch, you gonna suck scoop dick, hehahah)
(you gonna suck growlski dick)
(you gonna suck techniec dick)
(yo, you gonna suck gump dick)
(and your daughter gonna suck lil' mac dick, bitch)
(or kick rocks, now what's happenin？
My mouth is kinda dry
9.For The Money
Ladies and gentlemen, flight 1-0 from lax is now arriving into
Jfk international.
What？ what？ (...？...) about that money, nigga.
How many, hey yo, how many niggas is really making money now,
Now what i'm saying？
This 98, i'ma tell y'all cats somethin.
This is the year of do it, or don't.
If you gon do it, you better roll on with this crew cat,
Juggyyyyy!!!!
People call me crazy, but that's alright with me (it's alright!)
They ask me why i'm hustlin, (we hustlin!) i say for the money
(yeah!)
I duck down with buckshot, hoo bang with wu-tang (oooooo!)
Won't hesiate to slang, so money ain't a thang (ahhhhh!)
Called buck and dirty, asked em what they need
They said send me two thangs and some la weed
So my belief is fuck the beef, all money the same
And when i get to new york, i'ma show you the whoop game
I make a bitch stay down, cuz i'm that type of guy
Put the work on the greyhound and fly to the ny
Hit the east coast with a pocket fulla cheddar
Tan khakis on with a thick red sweater (oh yeah!)
They see me with some hoes, couldn't be better timing
Cuz though a nigga g'd up, i got on big diamonds, so nigga what？
(tell it to em cat!)
People call me crazy, but that's alright with me
They ask me why i'm hustlin, i say for the money
(yo, i am comin over, to your spot tonight
I promise you my baby, that i'm gon do you right!)
Through the gusty wind, i roll with fifty men
Ready to get nifty and shifty and low
So what's the movements, yo？ let me know
Cuz when i come for motherfuckers, i'm comin for throats
It was sad i bled, but the red in my eyes shed
Light on the dark, i led the blind in sight
Now i got all of them inside
It's the reason why i do this, and i night ride
(for the moneyyyyy!!!!!!)
If you and a nigga outside, say the word
And i'm a spruge with my flight team soarin like birds
Missed it on the friday with my nigga cube
But the bomb blew saturday when mack lit the fuse
Who other than buckshot come pick up the pieces
And straighten niggas out like creases
{speak on it} yeah nigga
(it's for the moneyyyyyy!!!!!)
Buckshot, odb, mack 10, back at it again
Hey yo, most of you know me, some of you don't
When it comes to challengin, none of you won't
Arrange this battle to improve your style
It's a brother with a totally different profile
Most of you play cold front in your face
Hesitatin on the rhymes, shoulda been memorex
But, you forgot, you's an amatuer
Mystery worshipper, yo i prefer
I mind you, tease you, who's the boss？
Sucka amneisa, memory loss, welllll
Hit this, just quiet as kept
Mmmmm c's on the charts from the start had slept
Leeeeet's take them, wake them
You should be woke
Cuz you take mc'in for a practical joke, hmmmmm
I present myself to be a similar nightmare of an amazing story
Yo, you ain't hearin nothing but a drop of the dime.
Know what i'm saying？
To all my dogs, i wanna give a shout out.
You got my nigga, mack 10.
You got my nigga, buckshot shorty.
And you got the one, dirt dog.
Know what i'm saying？
And we gon do it like sweat hogs, my nigga.
This how we get down!
People call me crazy, but that's alright with me
They ask me why i'm hustlin, i say for the money
Haha, hoo bangin records, pushin weight in 98.
Cookin nothing but the bomb.
You know what i'm sayin？
Cuz we got the recipe, fo sho!
10.Ghetto Horror Show
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
I keep a 44 everywhere i go
It's 1-o in the ghetto horror show
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
I keep a ak everywhere i go
It's jayo in the ghetto horror show
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
I keep a tech nine everywhere i go
It's ice cube in the ghetto horror show
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.
Only a fool would go there at night!
11.Lbc And The Ing
Hahaha, yeah.
You're about to witness something you never thought you'd
witness
Before.
Check this out.
Welcome to the house the d-o double g built
We got honey, cream, silk and milk
We make that big bank and keep that big shank
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take
Nigga don't think dogg slips at all
I make chips for crips and the beat dogs
True niggas, do niggas, hey you niggas
Can't get with us cuz we rip shit up
It's mack dime, and d-o dub
Here's a toast to the most, westcoast love
Fo sho though, i let you know from the get go
Pullin on my endo, rollin through the wood with my kin dog
Not de la soul, but fresh on parole
Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole
I'm know to the peoples as the inglewood swanger
Been rollin gold danas since a bg banger
It's a dog eat dog world in the city that i'm claimin
And niggas say we bangin cuz our colors be flamin
But i'd rather push crack, let the bank roll stack
I show snoop how to whoop and then i front him a sack
Nigga better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As i fall into the mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who i never knew
Cold thing about it is that the niggas kept it true
Inglewood family is what they claim to bang
Street rue and maddog, i think that was his name
But anyway, what can i say？
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay？
So when you in la, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
Long beach, with the ing
I'm makin green in the rap scene from coast to coast
And rollin three wheel motion from the woods to the ocean
See snoop and tray dee in the lbc
And wasn't nobody trippin, just cool as can be
No harm up in (？) so the hatas got bigger
But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold plated trigger
And that's fo sho though, you know how it go
Jump in the low low and bang with the homies, fuck a hoe
So keep away crack and leave your bullet proof vest
Dogg there ain't no need for that, we headed west to the qs
Game recognize game, and it always should
It's all good and you niggas got a passion, inglewood
Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like monie
That's on the one and only i keep the big homies for the phonies
So let it be known, from my hood to your town
That connect game niggas is straight down with the pound
Now all my peoples in the lbc pull up a chair and have a dime
bag on me
See we be dpgin this, we in this thang to make hits and bump a
Bitch and maintain
Cuz the more better you get, the more cheddar you get
The more shit you talk, the more wet up you get
See, i found out quick, don't say shit
Just take care of yours, and handle it quick
Yeah, it don't stop for biggie or tupac
Niggas been gettin shot on my block
But we got to make a change and the thang is this
I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist
But i wish upon a star
To stay down with mack dime, pushin caviar
The real recognize the real, i'll kill for that nigga
Ing dpg, deal with it nigga, for real
They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame
Some claim twenty crip but most claim insane
See it's not a lifestyle, it's a full time job
And if you live in long beach, it's like a macabre
＞from blunt to blunt, everybody's bad
And if you don't know where you at you better tuck in your rag
Push heat on the street, with chuck d's on his feet
Makin money slangin tapes up out the compton swap meet
Up jumps the boogie some niggas gang bang
So keep a big steel if it's a real g thang
But i kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so i'm callin all hogs
It's connect gang rollin with the pound and snoop dogg
And everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be
It's long beach with the ingle dub o-o-d city
12.Radio Insert： Funk Master Flex
13.Let The Games Begin
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!
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
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
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
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
14.#1 Crew In The Area
Hoo-bangers (wassup!!!)
Y'all ready？ (fo' sho'!!!!)
Well let's do this shit
I'ma start this bitch off, and y'all run it, check it, uhh
On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the #1 crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I buy my '57 rag until my '98 jag
And just roll all over the town on 20 inch wheels
And just, brag all about the mils i made on mic skills
I slang and do my thang keepin niggas on amp
It's mack 10 kickin shit from the hoo-bangin camp
Haha (nigga)
I just, wake up and ball y'all (whattup k-mac？)
Comrade criminals and y'know we fades em all (that's right)
I'm hittin six on the teatley
And i'm ridin on you busters cos that's how it gotta be (it got
to be)
Niggas please, cadillacs on deez (on deez)
And in the middle of the winter, it's still 89 degrees (that's
right)
We's die hard, pullin job nigga's hall cards
Best to check our records cos we's smack ？？？？ ？？？？ (that's
right)
I kill a nigga ten times, leave em on concrete (whattup
techniec？)
Tight shit make ya say 'damn, tech got bomb heat' (hahaha)
First nigga that speak like 'i don't believe you'
First nigga who face touch ass fore before his knees do (god
damn!)
Nigga, i ain't tryin to please you, know that
I'm no joke, black, you can quote that, i wrote that
I hold mac's with 2-1's
Plus the deuce-5's at my side so i got two guns (that's right)
Chorus：
It don't stop til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, hoo-bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap tryin to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them straight b's and c's
G'yeah (wassup？ whattup eiht？)
Ready to go to war, i take you to war
Hoo-bangin as i buck thru your passenger door (buck buck)
Bust, grab your bitch and tell her hit the floor (hit the deck,
bitch)
Give it a fuck, blood pour, what we came here for (that's right)
Til i die, why camoflage？ i'm in a dodge (wassup nigga？)
Your homies can't see me, i'm greedy, call me idi
Speedy, the fire spits, kicks like the last dragon
Connects the clock wit the glocks, g'yeah
I'm a motherfuckin westside gangbang, low ride nigga (yeah)
A 600 benz ride, cristal sipper (nigga)
You don't wanna fuck with me, you're high, nigga (what？)
Fuck with this here, you disappear, listen to me clear
6-double 0 bang, ace double o gang
Run up in banks and run trancs, what's my fuckin name？ (what's
my name？)
Cj l-a-richwold, right here for the scrap
Less risk for the roller, killin niggas over
So-so bangin, steady and packin on chrome, up under the
＊？could？＊
Swingin packages from sc to inglewood
Runnin up on ya, puttin em on ya wit these knuckle hammers, mayn
It's the shadiest ridah loc, quick to let the barrel claim
Dub-c, one of the last niggas you wanna get wit, with these
things i'm
'quipped with
Bitch, i'm a couple of sandwiches away from a picnic
Clippin nothin but hoggs, i'm from the seaside of the walls
What's connectin with these doggs？ nigga, ballin til we fall
？？？？ knees and c's, slangin cd's
Overseas, the vietnamese and japanese (uhh)
Ya get got, your ass'll get shot
Have you on your hands and knees like you was makin sulac
What's the plot？ nigga, from here to reno
Boo kapone got three cases up in chino (nigga)
I smash, i blast for the cash, i smoke hash
I ripped your ass in half, don't niggas do the math？ (niggas)
Chorus
Y'all don't wanna get down! fuck y'all fools
Ya best laydown! get clowned when we spray your whole town
The jock coon aka binky mac, nigga!
Porsche or gat？ put you flat then i ditch my strap (throw it
away)
What's the haps, mayn？ jockin a whole crap game
Mack 10 put a nigga on in, so now i hoo-bang (get yours, nigga)
New jordans with my usual p hat
B-mac, if i ever go broke i'm grabbin my ski mask
Nigga, i'm a baller, inglewood dweller, ho seller
Schemin for the pussy four times, do your duty
Bustle up in this and tatted up
Live and die for the west, but ain't had enough
It's a hoo-bang thang, they say a 'nigga, where ya homey be？'
like
(don't slow your roll) too late i'm banged out
I'm livin crucial, do this here on major ＊？zera？＊
I live for violence and motherfuckers feel the terror
Rise up when you other fools is fallin
The dawgs is who you gon' call, we on the ball like spalding
Trick, it's the infamous macs from the i
Hit the switch, in the lac, and go from low-to-high
Drive by, yeah g loves swamp rat and thug dumpin
Bumpin, see me from roadawgs, always into somethin
Like nwa, hoo-bangin, the r-e-c-i-p-e, yeah
We fades em all, like jamal
It's westside connect gangbang or ball？ (nigga)
Just ask the lil' homey do dirty
We get drunk and start beatin fools up at the pool party
Chorus (x2)
Yeah, gettin ours, westside connect ogz
Hoo-bang for the cheese, nigga
You know about this crew
Try to see it or l-i-g it, nigga, wuz happenin？
15.Gangsta Shit's Like A Drug
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＊
We lost to this gangsta shit
16.The Letter
Intro：
(＊man, have you heard this stuff？
This gangsta rap？ it's fuckin bullshit.
They're just talkin about dealin drugs and,
Beatin on people and shit,
Carryin guns to the studio. it's fucked up shit.
And y'know, you niggas
Can't communicate with people＊)
What the fuck you mean we can't communicate with people？
I tell you what, since we can't communicate, eh-eh
Eh b (yo) i'm gonna write this motherfucker a letter (alright)
Eh dogg, hand me my notebook (here you go, dogg)
Verse one：
To whom it may concern whoever you may be
Before you criticise, try to understand me
If this shit do a million everytime you drop it
Then you would be foolish to change the topic
I straight fiend for the cheddar, you know i got to get it
So i swing for the fence everytime i hit it
I been raised around the gangsta shit since elementary
With gz and the feds and the state penitentiary
I'm from the place where the enemies put the scope on you
And when the police pull you over they plant dope on you
But you do what you need to feed your kids and your girl
But you bastards don't even understand my world
What you know about bangin, drug distributin and lootin
Eviction notices and, drive-by shootin？
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
Chorus：
I do it all for the cash, scrilla and the doe
If you ban gangsta rap then i gotta sell blow
To whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
＊repeat＊
Verse two：
I done had it up to here with the ass kissin
Plus a nigga fed up with the media dissin
Politicians protest and hate like the rest
While niggas in the ghetto remain under stress
But i stay gangsta, keep bangin and hittin switches
While some west coast gz act like bitches
How the fuck you gonna speak against gangsta rap, nigga？
When that's what the fuck made you a gang of snaps, nigga
Fool was the shit, now how could you dare
Become a millionaire and forget what got you there？
Fuck that, i hit a stick laced with embalment fluid
And make jams that make ya b and c walk to it
I was able to bang the hood and pack a fo'-fo'
Avoid the po-po and become a rap pro
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
Chorus
Verse three：
I keep my pants saggin and my boxers showin
And nigga it's hoo bangin for life in case you ain't knowin
Look at the cops, i know they fed around and fiest out
Peepin me cos i'm a thug and the watches iced out
I got homies cookin chemicals like a chemist
Next thing ya know we're outta town with birds flippin like a
gymnast
All we know is bang or boss so we're jugglin
Can't get a job with two strikes so we're drug smugglin
Wit heat on my back like i'm solar, wit a pistola
Mashin thru the ghetto witta car fulla yola
But i'd rather write rhymes and rap over beats
And if they ban that then a nigga still got to eat
In every situation poverty's what i'm facin
So i leave shell cases and keep my smoker's free basin
So to whom it may concern, this letter is to show
That real niggas only rap about what they know
Outro：
Ps, all you punk motherfuckers out there
Hatin on us young niggas gettin all this money, eat a dick!
Cos we gon' stay rich, and continue to do our
Thang and forever hoo ridin and hoo bang, nigga
Chorus to fade
17.Should I Stay Or Should I Go
rock'n'roll
＊korn providing guitar intro and background guitars＊
I got to know, baby
I got to know, baby
Intro／chorus： ice cube
Girl, do you still wanna be a ho？ (huh？)
I got to know, baby, should i stay or should i go？ (what？)
Do you want this nigga in a 6-double o？
I got to know, should i stay or should i go？
Verse one： ice cube
Fuck this condo and with john doe
You a bomb ho, black enchicando
You must think i'm soprano, you better trun the channel
I wanna grab you like a handle
You ill scream 'book him dano!', here come the crack commando
Wit his guns and his ammo
Tryin to blow out my candle
I'ma stop fuckin wit you for your cousin in orlando (fo' sho',
fo' sho')
Chorus： ice cube
I got to know, baby, should i stay or should i go？
Will i end up with strike number four？
I got to know, should i stay or should i go？
Verse two： mack 10
Should i stay or should i go take a hit or say 'no'？ (no)
Shoot the jumpshot, run the rock or sell blow？
Get a whole gallon of loot, do a show
Keep the square bitch or should i bust me a ho？
You got the green light, break grass so i can write
We gonna stock all big heads, i recite hella types (right)
Always mashin like pedals, packin fully heavy metals
To the new school leader with the big rebels
See the shinin sea, westside is the thang (westsiiiide!)
We're down to hoo bang with the ghetto slang
Heads boppin and frownin like it's nasty
The class crackin, hard rockin like the cavi, ask me
I never lie, i keep it to the real
Rollin like a big wheel ever since i had a deal
Mack move the crowd like an automatic uza (brrrrw!)
That three time loser's wreckin lotta polluters
Nigga what？ (nigga what？)
Chorus： mack 10
Should i stay or should i go？
Do you wanna see mack 1-0？
I got to know, should i stay or should i go？ (bitch what？)
Bridge： ice cube, (mack 10)
You a tease, (fuck a tease)
You a tease, (fuck a tease)
You a tease, (fuck a tease)
You a tease, (fuck a tease)
You a tease, (fuck a tease)
You a tease, (fuck a tease)
You a tease, (fuck a tease)
Bitch please (catch these)
Bitch please (catch these)
Verse three： ice cube, mack 10
You wanna leave, girl, no way
My forte is to flip it like o.j.
You gots ta obey o'shea
Like your ass was an ol fade and nothin but a trophy
Give my nigga mack a 40, maintain orders
Strandin orders, walkin target, stalkin chargers
Walk the hardest, you should move the force
Cos i'ma fight, it's love, i'm right behind ya
Over-protective, you shouldnt've gave it to me (never)
Said it was mine and handed a baby to me
Now i'm on it, like i own it
I better go, ho, before i end up on death row
Mack 10 be the g with the color bandana
I fiend for the mic with a jonez like indiana
Never fuck a broad white as vanna, i like em tanner
Always lookin for pussy, detect a freak like a scanner
I say 'beeyatch! my name is mack 1-0
And you the baddest ho at the show in the front row
You give head？ if so, i wanna blow
Meet me at the nico in room 3-0-4'
I heard a knock (what？), there's somebody at the do'
Baby came in, sucked me down like a pro
'what else ya wanna do？' i replied 'i don't know'
She said 'mack 1-0, well should i stay or should i go？' yo
Chorus：
Should i stay or should i go, yo？
＊repeat x8＊
I'ma go, yo! i'ma go, yo!
Outro： ice cube
I got to know, baby
I got to know, baby
Handle me this chick, get the fuck outta here
Huh, real quick, real quick
Bitch, you crazy, you crazy
I'm gone, i'm gone
A-yea-yea!!!
18.Outro
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