Mack OneDime excuse me Aiight check this out aiight check this out We crimeys right mean you my partner in crime
Like that check out let's let 'em know summin' You know niggas been plugged up L.A. to the Bay you understand we doin' big thangs Big thangs big thangs fool, check it out
Aiight One O this E. Feezee, I gotta, I my math teacher Count Dracula For teachin' a brother to you know his marbles you know, what about you?
You see I can't stop I won't stop I check a mil' I a super bad bitch and a house on the hill 365, 7 days I crack pays My estates been by pit bulls and AK's
I'm cookin' them thangs, movin' weight like I should 'Cause a nigga livin' good mean he went Hollywood Dog I practice my so each year I get better To stay and clever and be richer than ever
man I thought you was a rebel, I am but tell me this then Why you move up out the ghetto I am the ghetto I beg yo nigga I was grindin' tryin to take off niggas heads Flossin' and fuckin' when you was in kindergarten
Nigga this ain't Lenny and Squiggy this E-Feezee & Mack Fuckin' Italian, Romaine pasta, chicken Tortellini Thirty odd six custodian, with the Far from Nickelodeon no shit no
Southern Cali up North see we be Make a bitch purchase a gun it stolen the 5th but don't snitch, no case 'cause they're po po And mami know that 12 gage equipment can be traced
on ya bunions nigga don't try to get caught in his drawers 'Cause them 223's be through walls Plus I got warrants and shit didn't pay support Thinkin' about town movin' to Shreveport
You see I can't stop I won't '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 a bitch purchase a gun report it stolen
You see I can't stop I won't stop 'til I a mil' I need a bad bitch and a house on the hill See you my dude right mean we pa'tnas in crime Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Dime 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 triggas we got bigger figures Now the top back on the 'Rarri and bang gears on these niggas
And watch what the money show you about niggas that know you Busters is gone hate G's is happy foe ya It's Mack Dime on the grind fool my time to shine Now would you niggas kick and let me get mine
Causin' sparkin' up chaos bringin' the ruckus heavy metal heaters Mobb, under buckets if ya can't beat us then us get on the team Streetsweepers rifles and M1 car beams Dice games craps bets over car titlespink slips cash Watchin' out for rival gang beefin' Bad weather but it all down to who got the most paper
You see I can't I won't stop 'til I check a mil' I need a super bad bitch and a on the hill From L.A. to the Yay see we be Make a bitch a gun report it stolen
You see I stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil' I need a bad bitch and a house on the hill See you my dude right that mean we pa'tnas in It's Forty Fonzarelli and Dime Bitch
I shoot 'em up like syringes I know what ends is Lo lo's Harley Davis and big body Ain't faded so far on my wrist I got a R hundred thousand dollar car I push the caviar
So what's up what you everybody huddle up Got that 2 for 1 special with the rock double up So get lit a hit shop is open all day From L.A. to the Bay it's Mack 10 and
Sometimes I wonder if worth this Fuckin' with the law tryna make it look I'm a legitimate tow truck service With a Say No to Drug' bumper sticker on the back window
Knowin' I been a gang of Indo Around the corner houses down across the way way Make a and then a left Over there by Safeway and when ya get there me
Punch in how you wanna spend Seperate the from the 1's, 5's and 10's Slick, sly, narcotic vendors Always do in shopping centers Buck 'em stick 'em, stuck 'em don't ever me 'em, bleed 'em, love 'em shit can get ugly
You see I stop I won't stop 'til I check a mil' I a super 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 stop 'til I a mil' I need a bad bitch and a house on the hill See you my dude right that we pa'tnas in crime It's Forty Fonzarelli and Mack Bitch
Who bang, who ride, who bang, who ride, who ride, who Who be ridin', who be bangin' ride nigga Who bang, who ride, who bang, who ride, who ride, who Who be ridin' who be bangin' westside nigga
Fuck 'em and feed 'em cold sardines, cold Fuck 'em, 'em cold sardines, fuck 'em Fuck 'em, fuck 'em cold