Lyrics:
2: Bun B]
It's Bun B in his black tee & G in his black tee
Repping UGK and BAT in his black tee
Pimp in his black tee, mack in his black tee
Free
a cap peeler
With the rat-tat-tat rat-tat-taty
I'm a criss cross that ass I'm not the mack daddy
I'm a put that ass to sleep
And its a message from
Flip funk in the UK pass the ill fill
And I can feel all the Flava
Kicking from the UA- US neighbour
Kick all the Flava
Do the Mack do, what you
sippin gin, and toking off of blunts
gettin higher than the sky, don't ask why
young G's from the hood trying to get by
rollin through my hood, rollin
right
You always give some back and that's a fact
And havin' a rider on your side.
[Swoop G]
I'm outspoken
My language is broken into a slang
Just
can`t hearin ya
[Mack 10]
If it ain`t Charlie Hustle, it`s that nigga Mack Manson
While the G homies boogie, we keep they hoes dancin
and we stay
This is how we do it, all hands are in the air
And wave them from here to there
If you're an O.G. Mack or a wanna-be player
You see the hood's been
This is how we do it, all hands are in the air
And wave them from here to there
If you're an O.G. Mack or a want to-be player
You see the hood's been
Mack elevens and M-16's
High caliber, so why try it?
You live by it, so you die by it
A muthafuckin' gun...
[WC]
Who's the man with the strap in his
G's)
Now, when you're rollin' through yo' motherfuckin' hood
Tell me what you see
(Some motherfuckin' G's)
Roamin' in my motherfuckin' hood
This is how we do it, all hands are in the air
And wave them from here to there
If you're an O.G. Mack or a wanna-be player
You see the hood's been
the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay
I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b.g.
Now I`m eight figures up, and when you see me it`s TV
Muthafuckas always be talkin' about Blaze Blaze Blaze
Man fuck Blaze
This muthafucka act like he puttin' it down for the hood
Talkin' bout everybody know Blaze,
I said it
Cause I'm, in a sublime, new state and frame of mind
Cause it'd be a crime, for me to waste my time
My time
Is'a playa
Is'a mack
I
Mack attack, it's a mack attack coming from wayback
My name is too $hort
Baby I don't play that jack I'm from the dangerous crew and I tell ya
my shit right
Cause Im not gone be the one to fall off
Cause I know Im gonna be the one to take a fuckin loss
20 G's up in this bitch be jammin
Niggas
see the homiez got they straps & they ready in the hood
So I'm loadin' up my weapon steppin'
Callin' up the crew cause ass-whippins we ain't
on for 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
Yeah, I sit back and ask myself
A question, y'know what I'm sayin
Nigga who's the G
Is it him, is it me
Who's the G
Is it him, him or me
I
wise guy
Military minding, front lining, all up for a drive by
Case over like the last don, like all the cash gone
Answer wrong, cause I'm
as hell
In my mind I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
By keepin' gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry
a hit
I'm that sick, Who the hell you thought it was
I got expensive habits I can't afford it cause
G-Unit is poppin' and we performin' all the clubs
can't take the hood up outta me, you dig
Raised by the gangstas, the generals, the thieves, the twins
Yet I'm stealing niggas, please what you know
And on the next Friday, I'ma do it again
Wha
Chorus: B.G. (2x)
[Mack 10]
Man first it was a hard night
And that was good Friday, I got to duck 'til I'm special
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