Lyrics:
the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag’s just a'drooppin' on down
the corner
Could that someone be Mack the Knife?
There's a tugboat, huh, huh, down by the river dontcha know
Where a cement bag’s just a'drooppin' on down
eyes
The engine is the music and my nine's by my side
'Cause you know Y-A-U-C-H
I'm taking all MC's out in the place
Taking life as it comes, no fool
I mean the shooters
Serious as a heart attack, your girlfriend said she aim groovy
Curious as a white girl, like hearing something in a scary movie
[Chorus: x2]
All my life, had to hustle just to make a way
All my life, riding dirty on the highway
All my life and it all changed in one day
All
Halle Berry
I'll be the ghetto Damon Wayans
In charge like the Lakers
You got your pink 380
I got my black nine for the haters
My homies call you
Click, click
Click, click
Yeah
Click, click
DTP nigga!
I started with ten mack tens
And ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer in
ooh)
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, the champion (champion, champion)
Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin; 'Melo
Tell
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven...
Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens to the Reverend preach
It's
to tip(q)
In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way
Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day
Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
You the Ray
to tip(q)
In gangways where cats that rhyme the same way
Spending nites over Egypt to learn a brave day
Paint a picture of the ghetto like JJ
You the Ray
[Chorus]
Three hearts in a tangle
And one heart will have to break
Three hearts in a tangle
What will be the loser's fate
One heart, I'm tied
freestyle
Wishin you could be in the light
Promoters pay me ten G's just to breathe on the mic
Bitch $hort Dawg puttin it down with the E Double, in
In the ghetto
You think life is hard
Food stamps and tore up cars
Wall to wall dirty orange carpet
Sittin' in a bucket, hopin' you can start it
the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days
Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me
see us, throw it up for the fukin' Westcoast.
My heart beat for the Westcoast,
We pull the best weed in the Westcoast,
We low ridin' in
Killer, He's driving in from Montego.
That's when shots start to echo from yah so and from deh so, well that
Is the life of a nigga from the ghetto
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
[Hook: Mack 10:]
(JD,
(Uh-huh!)
The bitch called herself Mack see-1-0 (Damn!)
Then the gangsta boogie on rock and throwin bows (Whoa!)
Man, this bitch eat more cassie
the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days
Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me
The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
But I got no place to go
The ghetto (Talking bout the ghetto)
(Trying to survive in the heart of the ghetto
Because I'm real wit it, and y'all gotta deal wit it
Put some money back in these ghettos and will quit it
But till then you gotta make me understand
Why
And the value of you is
Beyond what money can buy
Your kiss is so refreshing
My heart is never dry
Even though we're still in the struggle
Life is so
As long as I'm in it, I'm stayin' the same
Ghetto star, feelin' the pavement
I'm always down to earth, tryin' to get paid bitch
Ain't no secret,
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