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
save the children
Escape the poverty for live and, let live
Die by the mic, shadow steel by night
(repeat 2X)
[movie dialogue]
'em capture me
I gotta thank the Lord for
The weed and the nicotine i can't sleep
Close my eyes and see wicked demons
I keep my pistol by my bedside
One
Woke up one morning out some bomb ass cot
My dick kinda limp so I cruise around the block
Call my cousin Snoop as I swoop in the Coupe
Stop by my
they doin before Mack 10 was rappin ?!? Tell me
(What the fuck?) how can I remain a man of seven figures
when I'm rushed by gold diggers everytime I
Ridin', hoo-bangin' like Mack 10
Back on tha streets again and strapped in
I'm lookin for tha niggas wit tha wrong fingas up
Nigga I don't give a fuck,
true
Inspected by the Westside Connect Gang
WSCG
Bonafied and worldwide
When you see Ice Cube throw up the W!
When you see Mack 10 throw up the W!
When
Just one big fat mother brick house
So impressed by those breasts
[Chorus 1]
One more for the bone
She likes whips and chains and things
One more for
way up, way up
Summer comin' better save up
Going up like elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
That indirect shit never get by us
with that tre 8
So much pound in my back seat
I'm gettin chased by those motherfuckers o p d
Should I hit a condo and lose the bottle
Fuck it I hear
more to life than pushin a pencil
Get out of the cubicle
Get out of the cubicle
Yeah time is flyin by
Nobody knows what tomorrow will bring
Make the best
the crimes now
Come on the ave, I'm real hard to find now
'Cause I'm knee deep in the beats
In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats
For
and 15th
Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty
Yo, you want a whole chicken? Mack 10's got plenty
To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify
Don't
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
you like the Mack said
And if he lie like a crackhead pop 'em like a black head
Let him ooze, let him loose
Let him lie by his motherfuckin' ass
I'm in here
Got all you freaks lookin'
When we walk by, pussy start cookin'
Rookies start tookin'
Get your ass up, V.I.P. Section's gettin' tooken
smother, the situation's grim
It's bloody sin 'cause every time I want out they pull me back in
I see my reflection in the chrome Mack 10
Ask the passer
[Chorus: x2]
I want to talk to the mayor, the governor, the motherfucking president
I want to talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfucking
Oooo
100 miles per
You said you're gonna be here in 10
Aight
I'll be ready by then
100 miles per hour
Oooo
Pushin a hundred miles per hour
Wishing
Living on the run
And living day by day
On a 4x4
But it ain’t a cheverolet
For just 60 bucks
He can numb your pain
Look into his ear
And you can see
[Chorus: x 2]
I want to talk to the mayor, the governor, the motherfuckin president
I want to talk to the FBI, and the CIA, and the motherfuckin
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
the q the r the s the t the you the v
W, x, y, z, it's bullshit to me
Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you
an M.C. rapper and nothin' else
I keep rhymin' and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say
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