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- I can see the hate in yo' eyes, hate in yo' eyes

[Mack 10]
Look - you local cats is just small potatoes
No names, cause this addressed to ALL
is in yo' mouth

[Mack 10]
Yea, yea
It's all gravy, petty cash never fades me
So po' me a shot of 'gnac and purple haze me
I'm a hustler, gettin cash
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
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
dup dup dup (Repeat 4X) 



Verse 2 (Mack) 

What a beautiful day, clear blue skies 

my murder ones block sunrays from my eyes 

Twistin'
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 fo'
like we partnas
Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us
Neva did call us
Where was yo promise
But now we ridin' by
(Listening to the wind
dup dup dup (Repeat 4X) 



Verse 2 (Mack) 

What a beautiful day, clear blue skies 

my murder ones block sunrays from my eyes 

Twistin'
you didn't believe in us
Now we got the world singin' songs by the three of us
We ain't slowin' down, matter fact we bout to speed it up
Keep up with
starts at ten, I got's to go
Like the mack said, homie, pimp the ho
Check it out everybody, if you got two ears
Turn your radio up, Short Gog is here
Gon' soulja hate me
Da judge looked at me
And said how you doin' boosie
He called me by my nickname {ooooh}
What you think I'm stupid {bitch}
You
Fuck around
My nature's to hate ya, my style of MC'in
to dust and crush I bust every human bein
Dig it, I'm cool but one rule, don't act fool
My
(What you doin' on our turf, punk?
Got a message for Smokey.
Give it.
You Smokey, man?
Give it!
If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin'
(What you doin' on our turf, punk?
Got a message for Smokey.
Give it.
You Smokey, man?
Give it!
If you ain't Smokey, it ain't yo' motherfuckin'
[Talking]
Mack dime, Scarface (demand the respect)
X to tha Z Xzibit

[Scarface}
I got trouble rhymes to a death the troubled times
A double
some pussy, or in fact
A bomb rush, but we call it rat-pack
On a nigga, witta hella surprise
Mack 10 will go stupid, when he full on train-eyes
I
Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin', woofer hissin'

Yo, he's strong armin', manipulatin' niggas, scrapin' niggas 
Takin' play from niggas, hate fakin'
The speaker pops, the Winchester rifle's in the kitchen
Murder the DJ's eyes twitchin, woofer hissin

Yo, he's strong armin, manipulatin niggas, scrapin niggas
you need you intreigued by the smell of my weed
I represent reality in your world full of lies
And i can see it in your eyes
You worried sick and I'm
featuring Binky  Boo Kapone  CJ Mac  Techniec 



[Mack 10 talking] 

Yo  Mack 10  with just a few of the Hoo Bangin affiliates. 

CJ Mac
house, thirty pounds in my book bag
Black 'lac, black tag, fin' to hit a lick again
You a head bussa put yo hand wit yo fist den
Franchise hate me,
that's the way I feel, I am already 

When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone 

Drunk by myself 



(Verse 2) 



Heard niggas hate me, but I
knockin out teeth
Clockin much dollars on the first and fifteenth
Big wad a money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo you want to whole chicken, Mack 10 got
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
your eyes and you'll see what I see
Brothers are fallin, homegirls are callin
Themselves independent, but yo, we're all in
The same boat together, it