I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who
[chorus] Do you like negros, him and those, individuals called criminals? [2x] [Mack 10] Who wanna fuck wit it I put it down for real tho It's Mack 10
Only if she a ten, then I slide right in Boogee and DJ Spin, be thunder and lightenin' Damn that's frightenin, so tuck your vest in My lyrical Mack-10
Now Cuz U Walk Around The Club With Ya Nose Pointed In The Air Knowing That Ya Got Fake Eyes, Nails, And Fake Hair I Hate To See Some Bitches Walking
I'll be bustin' with my mack 10 Let me in yo' door playa when I come messed up If you trust your family you best give yo stash up Ain't know body stopping
a grammie or mute I'm like that half crazed man on the roof the ex-vietnam vet with no heart pan-handling loot with a mack 10 raised to shoot ya phonte
claimin we ain't Mack 10 hoobangin, hooride So who die? Nobody ever knew cuz true killaz don't fuck wit niggaz like you bumpin yo gums bout who got
hide from my gruesome legacy It's hard to flea while you bleed cause you're losing energy Foul like sexual harassin blast you with the mack 10 Violent
while I'm telling him stuff I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too Fucking with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess
nigga Freeze the hoe shit, before ya get killed nigga So peace to the motherfuckin' real Keep yo knife under yo pillow and Pack yo steel [Mannie Fresh talking] Yo
and you get plucked nigga I got a K, but with two Q.P.'s, I'm goin' in, Through the front door on Clarence go through the back with the Mack 10 Lay it