Lyrics:
from the oven with it, came from the dirt
I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt
You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in
a baller, and yo
To get out of here you walk the yellow brick road
By the way homeboy you got a murder rep
Pointed down at the house and my head just sat
I
the mack
As I slang my dirt like this and like that
Kickin up dust from sun down to sun up
Cause for me and mine it ain't nuttin but a come up
What's
[Jacka]
You know these whodies be askin'
Uni Mack 10
Can I be your bitch [can I be your bitch]
Naw, you can be my ho
I put you on a track
all
Tryna keep up with my dawgs
I know everybody wanna ball
Terry Bradshaw
But it's all good
Gotta live by yo own law
I been through the ups and downs
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
a band
Plus, I want niggas in a hearse under dirt-by-time rehearsal end
I'm a Louis buying nigga
This a Virgil pen
I just fucked a Virgin 10
In all black,
forget what goes up gotta come down
(DJ Paul)
But all that's go change
1997 Prophet Posse
You know what I'm sayin
Loved by few,hated by many
We in
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
the middy-middy-middy-mack?
How can you act on the bloodline
???? of the ???? biddy-biddy-biddy-black
The Year of the Wreck
Me ? of the X
Boom
Kiss the ?
Understand
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
the pain
Yungin Lil Mack and and they know how i came
And My bitch say she love me im changin the game
Fuck all the hoes the keep dirt
Birch imma shine imma
W.C. and Mack 10
What's your name girlfriend
You can have some fun wit us lay in the sun wit us
Pack a gun wit us and make a run wit us
To these illegal
I need them, nah, nah
I got this whip on my own, yeah
I got this wrist piece on my own
By my lonely, I been all alone
By my lonely, I been on my own
dirt so I hog fo da green
nothing but a soja fo doja I feen
spiff like hit night sags 'cause I stack
won't slag on the track or play the green mack
(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 hot style clip
that nigga H-D dog is a mack
my lil' homey Neo got 5 on the sack
and I gots 5
so that makes 10
so we got a dime sack
now we sip
on the greyhound
Mack 10 is the lick, Westside is the click
Can't get enough of this gangsta shit
We got bulletproof vests and 96 ???
Leavin' fly bitches in
uh, I'm in the shit, in the dirt, in the ground (uh, uh)
I'm in the shit, in the dirt, in the ground (uh, uh)
I'm in the shit, in the dirt, in
featuring Binky Boo Kapone CJ Mac Techniec
[Mack 10 talking]
Yo Mack 10 with just a few of the Hoo Bangin affiliates.
CJ Mac
to me
Still swavy
We dabbin woo
Bossing woo
Dont do no dirt
Puttin in work
Make a bitch squirt woo
Sitting on Gs
Makem drop to they knees
I am a mack I
[Mack 10]
Well it`s that old Inglewood gangbang, hustlin ass nigga
That dope game, flossin ho, bustin ass nigga
still grindin while rhymin now up
Talking
Chorus-DJ Paul-(8x)
I'd rather die a soldier
Than nigga live a coward
(Lord Infamous)
Bullets are spittin' alright
I will let
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