Mack excuse me playboy Aiight this out aiight nigga check this out We crimeys that mean you my partner in crime
Like that check out let's let 'em know summin' You know should've been plugged up From L.A. to the Bay you understand we doin' big Big thangs mothafucka big fool, check it out
Aiight One O E. Feezee, I gotta, I gotta Thank my math teacher Count For just teachin' a to you know Count his you know, what about you?
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I a mil' I need a super bad bitch and a house on the 365, 7 I believe crack pays My estates been guarded by pit and AK's
I'm straight cookin' them thangs, movin' weight I should 'Cause a nigga livin' good don't mean he Hollywood Dog I practice my craft so year I get better To stay ghetto and and be richer than ever
Fonzerelli man I thought you was a rebel, I am but me this then Why you move up out the mothafucka I am the ghetto I beg yo nigga I was grindin' tryin to take off niggas heads and fuckin' hoes when you was in kindergarten
Nigga this ain't Lenny and this E-Feezee & Mack Teezee Fuckin' with Italian, pasta, chicken Tortellini Thirty odd six custodian, with the Far from Nickelodeon no no joke
Southern Cali up North see we be a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen Plead the 5th but don't snitch, no 'cause they're po po And they know that 12 gage equipment can be traced
on ya bunions nigga don't try to get caught in his drawers 'Cause them be penetratin' through walls Plus I got and shit didn't pay child support Thinkin' skippin' town movin' to Shreveport
You see I can't I won't stop 'til I check a mil' I need a super bad and a house on the hill L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin' Make a bitch purchase a gun it stolen
You see I can't stop I stop 'til I check a mil' I a super bad bitch and a house on the hill See you my dude right mean we pa'tnas in crime It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Bitch
Forty I'm the one bro that's in the mix gumbo Now how can I stay humble and make feddy by the Marv said we got bigger Mack we got bigger figures Now the top back on the 'Rarri and bang gears on these niggas
And watch the money show you about niggas that don't know you Busters is gone hate real G's is foe ya It's Dime on the grind fool it's my time to shine Now would you niggas back and let me get mine
Causin' havoc sparkin' up chaos bringin' the heavy metal heaters Mobb, buckets if ya can't beat us then join us get on the team Streetsweepers grenades rifles and M1 car Dice games craps bets over car titlespink cash money out for rival gang members beefin' Bad weather but it all boils down to who got the most
You see I can't I won't stop 'til I check a mil' I need a super bad and a house on the hill From L.A. to the Yay see we be Make a bitch a gun report it stolen
You see I can't stop I stop 'til I check a mil' I need a bad bitch and a house on the hill See you my dude that mean we pa'tnas in crime Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime Bitch
I shoot 'em up like syringes I know what real is Lo lo's Davis and big body Benzes Ain't been so far on my wrist I got a R hundred thousand car 'cause I push the caviar
So what's up what you everybody huddle up Got 2 for 1 special with the rock called double up So get lit take a hit is open all day L.A. to the Bay it's Mack 10 and E-Fortaay
Sometimes I wonder if worth this with the law tryna make it look like I'm a legitimate tow truck service With a 'Just Say No to Drug' sticker on the back window
Knowin' I smokin' a gang of Indo Around the corner houses down across the way way Make a right and then a Over by Safeway and when ya get there page me
Punch in how you wanna spend Seperate the 20's from the 1's, 5's and Slick, sly, narcotic vendors Always do in shopping centers 'em stick 'em, stuck 'em don't ever fuck me Hate 'em, bleed 'em, love 'em shit can get
You see I can't stop I won't stop I check a mil' I need a bad bitch and a house on the hill L.A. to the Yay see we be rollin' Make a bitch purchase a gun report it
You see I can't stop I won't 'til I check a mil' I need a bad bitch and a house on the hill See you my right that mean we pa'tnas in crime It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime
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'em and feed 'em cold sardines, cold sardines Fuck 'em, fuck 'em cold sardines, 'em Fuck 'em, fuck 'em cold