Mack 10 - The Recipe (2003) by Mack 10 (보컬) on maniadb.com

(The Paper Route "INTRO")
Mack 10 the nigga, He's a strait up motha fuckin G, Runnin through the hood up
to no good, flossing in his cheese(*repeat*)

[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)
Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker!
(And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh.
I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas.
(Nope.) East coast, west coast. (It's all the same.)
Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10.
(Speak on it, Joe.)
Haha, niggas what!

[Fat Joe]
At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all
Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall
Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw
Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe
Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate
Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get
My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?
Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin
But it appears your empire's fallen
Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one
The same cats you get ?terroria? from
East coast, west coast, man it's all the same
Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame
It's still insane, since the flow track
Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black

[Hook:] X 2
It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

[Big Punisher]
Check what you never thought
Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York
Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest 'cause killers walk in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you talkin like you crazy


Barkin like you eighty
Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby
Don't try to play me 'cause I'm not a playa
Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody
That's how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you
And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in
Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today

[Hook] X 2

[Mack 10]
I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya
And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try
Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit
Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real niggas push big weight and big sacks
Y'all said it was cool, I got to ok this
I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this
It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be precise
If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life
From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks
Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin

[Hook] X 2

[JD:]
(Foxy Brown)
(Uh) Did y'all expect us?
(No no) Bitches, can y'all get naked?
(That's right!)

[JD:]
Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see
Fa so la ti, it's chi chi
Ladies want to hold me, get to know me
Talks to each it, want to sleep with it
Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress
Tryin' to see the top stop, everything drop so
Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know
I'm that playboy J, doin' it my way like Usher
And I don't feel bad when I crush ya
Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all
With shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all
You feel me dog? I'm a C-H-I, multi
And I live and die for the whole pie
You can call it what you want, I'm a motherfuckin' vet

[Hook: Mack 10:]
(JD, Foxy Brown) [Repeat x 2]
(And ain't none a y'all seen nothin yet!)
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
(And all we about is them dollar, dollar bills!)

[Foxy Brown:]
You know that Na Na got the heater shit
That uh, everybody want to eat her shit
Niggas talkin' about they six want to see this shit
Knowin' half a y'all broads want to be this bitch
From NY to the West side, motherfuckers keep me in the best ride
38 chest size, ain't fuckin' less I come off
With like 30 G's easy once the nigga dead off
Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck
I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch
And everything I rocks with
Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky
Got to bank this to even see me half naked
Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci
Ridiculous ice, tag me, million dollar price
Stay frontin', y'all cats ain't seen nothin'

[Hook x 2]

[Mack 10:]
(Foxy Brown)
I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino
And keep the semi glock, where ever me go
I stay ruger ready, or either Smith & Wesson
And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I'm tested
So where you want to meet at playa, over here?
I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear
Plus I'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen
Put your shades on when you peep the Lex 'cause the baugettes glisten
(I want the whole three dozen
And with that drama, biz)
Well it all depends on how ill your na na is
Can you go O-T with a few and a gun?
But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one?
Now you can be up in the west and do it my way
Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA
Want to ball, well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale
Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell

[Hook x 2]

[Mack 10:]
The Hoo Banger, Mack 10.
The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown.
And the homie JD, the don chi chi.
We got the recipe, break it down.

F/ master p, mystikal

[master p] (mack 10)
Third ward, new orleans. to inglewood.
To the motherfuckin world, nigga.
Mack dime. (what's up my nigga? )
Mystikal, and master p.
(they know, p, they know, they know.)

[hook:] (master p & mack 10) x 6
Made niggaz from the south to the west!

[master p]
Give me a chance to ball, put my name on the wall
How many killas done called, no limit niggaz stand tall
'cause we, mercenary soldiers, gone off a hennesy and that doja
Runnin from the, (who? ) motherfuckin rollers
Slangin, (what? ) tapes like cola
Nigga, hangin with the big niggaz
Penitentiary chances just to make six figures
No we fuckin (what? ) gold and platinum
Nigga, we made niggaz and we rappin
Nigga, mack dime, mystikal and p
Every rowdy bout it nigga won't you follow me?

[hook] x 4

[mystikal]
Watch me! I'm throwed off, I ain't right!
Bitch I'll do you somethin, I ain't wrapped tight!
I roll with bullets like (? ) and killas like versey
Managed by tc and paid by big percy
Whole lotta niggaz with me
You think I'm lying, but I'm not
You know who we are, we ready for war


You ready to die fuckin with the wide tchoupitoulas
Say your prayers, them niggaz shottin, hallelujah!
Gotta stop these niggaz from runnin they dick lickers
We self made big niggaz, killin these bitch niggaz
We paper chasin, goin platinum, in the gangstafied fashion
Made niggaz from the south to the west done hooked up with mack 10
Gotta get real with this shit that's the only way shit gon happen
We made now, we was gangstas back then!

[hook] x 4

[mack 10]
From inglewood to the no, mystikal, mack and p
No limit soldiers, hoo bangin see we got the recipe
I stay ready nigga, with a vest strapped and all
Hit the rizzo and ball from la to the mardi gras
No discrimination, hittin blacks to amigos
Slangin compact discs like they kilos
A real hustler, recognize another nigga with scrilla
Game recognize game, and killas recognize killas
Never aim to loose, always wanna be a winner
Transactions in new orleans over jambalaya dinner
'cause what you say you want, that's it, that's what you get, you
Can't switch
'cause silkk'll shock you nigga, and make mia shoot your bitch
We tatted up, bauggeted up, the jewels glare
Make the haters stop and stay 'how we do that there? '
See mack and master p, been up to seven figures
Hoo bangin and no limit, two sets of made niggaz

[hook] (till fade)

Mack 10: Do some shit with my niggas from the CPT, ha ha
You ready Eiht?

MC Eiht: Yeah, c'mon

Verse 1: Mack 10

I was born to ride, bangin, pack heat
got turned out early by them scandliss freaks
addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
with a love for hoochie chicks and pullin jewelry licks
moms said, "Mack, baby watch for danger"
I said, "Momma don't you know I'm a real gangbanger?"
I can't switch over night and be good
and I'll be damned if a nigga turned his back on the hood
so I walked out the door, hopped in the Regal
twistin tripple gold with the all black eagle
got a deuce fired at Scoob's, I need a gat
so I stopped and got the Tech from my G homie Wreck
he said, "Mack, don't slip dog, u gotta stay heated
and here's the extra clip incase you might need it"
get the eighty eight skate, ang get your slide on
throw the Hoo-Bang plack in the back and your ride on

Chorus:
Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
get yo ride on, get yo slide on, who the best
nobody rides like these killas from the west

Ride for me, I'ma ride for you
you Hoo-Bang, I Hoo-Bang, so we all a crew
get yo slide on, get yo ride on, who the best
nobody rides like these killas from the west

Verse 2: Eazy E

1, 2, 3, and to the 4
Eazy muthafuckin E with a chrome to your dome
cruisin, in my 6-4 rag top
I got a lot of juice, a lot of fuckin block
now when I hit that switch I'm bouncin
more bounce to the ounce and I'm clownin
keep the gat in my lap cuz I'm fully strapped
for the car jackers, but no haps cuz I pack a
Tech 9, plus a A-K 47
send a one way ticket to my hell or maybe heaven
peep, nigga I don't sleep
bury muthafuckas in the concrete
you try to creep kinda slow in a Astro
but I'm peepin niggas out in my left window
so I blast, and I blast, so I blast no more
yo, they call me motherfuckin John Doe

Chorus

Verse 3: MC Eiht

Real thugs roll cuz the Westside's sick
which enemy depicts to catch the 9 clip
slick, but not like Rick, the gang story
G's kill and aint shit funny like Joe Corry
don't make me laugh cuz I"m on the wrong the path
catch the blood bath, it's the aftermath
slang strike to make money, now aint that simple?
that silly nigga's wearin vest's but we aim for the temple
watch my nigga's back, who sacked the yayo
keep the calico with extra ammo
so and so gets blasted, to the casket
never seen these westside G's face, we masked it
ya'll best be defeat and be discreet
catch the hot heat from across the street
take me in the dump schools that, wanna push me
retaliation, straight better than hitten pussy

Chorus

Ugh, MC Eiht in the muthafuckin house
(yeah, Hoo-Bang one time)
yeah, ha
(Hoo-Bang two times)
rest in peace Eazy E
(the hiphop thugsta)
(yeah)
fa sho
(Mack Dime)
come on, ugh
(all day baby, all day baby)
WESTSIDERIDERS!! Ugh

featuring Gerald Levert



[Mack 10]

This song is dedicated

to all the up and coming rappers singers hustlers actors

Whatever you may be remember:

without no struggle you get no progress

So keep grindin keep on mashin get yours



Chorus: Gerald Levert



You're nothin far from comin up (keep on)

Money's just a touch away (keep on)

So keep on grindin don't give it up (keep on)

There'll always be another day (keep on)



[Mack 10]

And now I'm sittin at the pad, teary eyed and depressed

Starvin and sufferin from mental stress

Now a true center to the game of beginner

but hard to feel like a winner when you eat spreads for dinner

Hit the streets late night in the form of star mushin

On the 211 mission just to pay tuition

For my kids I got to grind and develop street saavy

Servin stress cause I just ain't got enough to cop cavi

But I can't stop, I won't stop, til I got it made

Either build my clientele, get a job or learn a trade

like hip-hop, and make enough to live good forever

So I learned to write the rhymes and get my metaphors together

Then I joined a rap crew, with the homies on my street

Sellin underground tapes out the local swap meet

Gettin tighter on the mic, as I worked day to day

So now I lay down at night, and I hear voices say, "Mack"



Chorus



[Mack 10]

Now I'm new to the scene, H as in Hard, N as in Nympho

So like EPMD, could you _Please Listen to My Demo?_

I left the local crew, felt like I was the man

In popular demand and now ready for SoundScan

So I searched for a deal with no luck I kept rappin

Felt like it would take a miracle to make it all happen

Marble said it was a test, "Mack don't do nuttin wrong!

Just have faith in God and keep your hustle goin strong

Stay hongry, keep writin, don't quit you're too close

Remember good things come to those who want it most"

So I never left the house, without my rap book

Thought I found a new crew but eventually got shook

First they said I was cool, but then started to doubt me

Put me on the backburner and just forgot all about me

Partna said I wasn't fresh, and sent me on my way, but you know what?

As I was leavin, I could hear voices say, "Mack"



Chorus



[Mack 10]

Now the tables turned, but I remember they used to clown me

The hard work paid off, and luck finally found me

So call every publication, Billboard and the editor

and tell em Mack's being signed by dude workin on _The Predator_

I got the Midas touch, now everything be the bomb

Hooked up with The Don, now made a few mill-ion

I don't bang I write the good rhymes, you know about mines

Man I'm the tightest MC, Ice Cube ever signed

Now if ain't the radio, it's a video shoot

Livin life in the limelight, with a bank full of loot

Now my crew is solid, shook the haters and the leeches

Runnin full court at my house with our girls on the beaches

Plus the violence is ceased, no more bi-coastal beef

Cause now I get down with the North South and the East

I reminisce on hard times, seem like yesterday, but now

Hoo Bangin' is official and I remember they used to say, "Mack"



Chorus



[Levert] Money's just a touch, just a simple touch

Money's just a touch away..

Money's just a touch, just a simple touch

Money's just a touch away..



[Mack 10] Man I knew I was gonna make it, but they didn't believe me

YaknowhatI'msayin? Clowned me -- gon' be a rapper, what?

Hahahaha

[Mack 10:]
This goes out to all them niggas that got the ups on these hoes
And that willy don't give a mad ass fuck about a bitch
Tell em Techniec...

[Techniec CJ Mac:]
Listen up baby, yo I'm talkin' to you (you)
About what your fast ass need to be goin' through (aha)
I see the ho in you (you) it ain't hard to go in you
And I be fo' sho' a fool if I invest some dough in you
I gotta show to do so cut straight to the chase
Got five minutes, get in it, nuts straight to ya face (BLAOW!)
In case you lost all your morals (What?)
I know more hoes that specialize in oral (Open up!)
I like that, sleep good on the flight back (uhh), spread the word
The first night back that's on the Beach
Outta town I met a freak with chips, made a nigga bust like Keith
(God damn!)
Mo' head, the better while I go head for the cheddar (Uhuh, wassup?)

Man, I got a bitch bad as Shante Moore (Fo' sho'?)
But I don't love that ho (why?) 'cause cash all I got love for
She like to fuck, I like to get my dick sucked (uhuh)
She gave me head while baby stashed her fingers in her butt (Nasty bitch)
I told her "Baby, if you want to be my honey (be my honey)
You gotta suck my dick and you gots ta give me money" (Got to)
She shook her head and she moaned out load (Ohhhh)
She couldn't answer back, she had my dick in her mouth (ha ha)
Ain't makin like a pretty bitch gogglin' balls (Wassup?)
Especially if the pretty bitch is gogglin' yours (or mine)
I need a bitch to blow me out like a candle (wooof!)
With lips like Badu and a mouth like Teisha Campbell (Fo' sho')

Get a lil' head, make a lil' love
Get sucked down tonight.

featuring Ol' Dirty Bastard Buckshot



Ladies and gentlemen flight 1 0 from LAX is now arriving into

JFK International.



[ODB talking]

What? What? (...?...) about that money nigga.

How many hey yo how many niggas is really making money now

now what I'm saying?

This 98 I'ma tell y'all cats somethin.

This is the year of do it or don't.

If you gon do it you better roll on with this crew cat

juggyyyyy!!!!



[Mack 10] (ODB)

People call me crazy, but that's alright with me (It's alright!)

They ask me why I'm hustlin, (We hustlin!) I say for the money (Yeah!)

I duck down with Buckshot, Hoo Bang with Wu-Tang (Oooooo!)

Won't hesiate to slang, so money ain't a thang (Ahhhhh!)

Called Buck and Dirty, asked em what they need

They said send me two thangs and some LA weed

So my belief is fuck the beef, all money the same

And when I get to New York, I'ma show you the whoop game

I make a bitch stay down, 'cause I'm that type of guy

Put the work on the Greyhound and fly to the NY

Hit the east coast with a pocket fulla cheddar

Tan khakis on with a thick red sweater (Oh yeah!)

They see me with some hoes, couldn't be better timing

'cause though a nigga g'd up, I got on big diamonds, so nigga what?

(Tell it to em cat!)



[Hook] [Mack 10] (ODB)

People call me crazy, but that's alright with me

They ask me why I'm hustlin, I say for the money

(Yo, I am comin over, to your spot tonight

I promise you my baby, that I'm gon do you right!)



[Buckshot] (ODB) {Mack 10}

Through the gusty wind, I roll with fifty men

Ready to get nifty and shifty and low

So what's the movements, yo? Let me know

'cause when I come for motherfuckers, I'm comin for throats

It was sad I bled, but the red in my eyes shed

Light on the dark, I led the blind in sight

Now I got all of them inside

It's the reason why I do this, and I night ride

(For the moneyyyyy!!!!!!)

If you and a nigga outside, say the word

And I'm a spruge with my flight team soarin like birds

Missed it on the Friday with my nigga Cube

But the bomb blew Saturday when Mack lit the fuse

Who other than Buckshot come pick up the pieces

And straighten niggas out like creases

{Speak on it} Yeah nigga

(It's for the moneyyyyyy!!!!!)

Buckshot, ODB, Mack 10, back at it again



[Hook]



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Hey yo, most of you know me, some of you don't

When it comes to challengin, none of you won't

Arrange this battle to improve your style

It's a brother with a totally different profile

Most of you play cold front in your face

Hesitatin on the rhymes, shoulda been Memorex

But, you forgot, you's an amateur

Mystery worshipper, yo I prefer

I mind you, tease you, who's the boss?

Sucka amneisa, memory loss, welllll

Hit this, just quiet as kept

Mmmmm see's on the charts from the start had slept

Leeeeet's take them, wake them

You should be woke

'cause you take MC'in for a practical joke, Hmmmmm

I present myself to be a similar nightmare of an Amazing Story



[Hook]



[ODB talking]

Yo, you ain't hearin nothing but a drop of the dime.

Know what I'm saying?

To all my dogs, I want to give a shout out.

You got my nigga, Mack 10.

You got my nigga, Buckshot shorty.

And you got the one, dirt dog.

Know what I'm saying?

And we gon do it like sweat hogs, my nigga.

This how we get down!



[Mack 10 talking]

People call me crazy, but that's alright with me

They ask me why I'm hustlin, I say for the money

Haha, Hoo Bangin records, pushin weight in 98.

Cookin nothing but the bomb.

You know what I'm sayin?

'cause we got the Recipe, fo sho!

featuring Ice Cube Jayo Felony

[Mack 10]
I'm screamin as I'm dreamin I see evil bad spirits
So I wake up in the middle of the night to write lyrics
In a cold sweat heard magnums in my dreams my ears ring
So this time on the mic I bring horror like Stephen King
All my good times are turned bad like the Evan's
Seen hundreds get wounded but like a thousand 187's
Everybody that was so real they were now phony
And the nigga that used to be my homie, shit he turned on me
I got a 45 that spit hot lead that'll drill him
The nigga know too much about me, so it's a must that I kill him
If it's time available at the shrink, man I need to spend it
'cause now I see the chair rockin, but ain't nobody in it
I'm psycho like Norman Bates in the fresh side of my mind and
All I think about is comittin redrums like The Shining
So Lord please help me and forgive me for my sins
And tell me, why do I deserve the twilight zone that I'm in?
Somebody ease the pain I need a shot of novacaine
Or angel dust smoke circulatin through my brain
So who got the slaughter water, la la the brain killer
I got five on it, four stick, to the first dealer
With no screws left it's like my head is now hollow
I'm so crazy seems like my own shadow's scared to follow
Ain't that a bitch, 1-O caught up in the horror show
But ain't no popcorn or bon bons, it's all teflons nigga

[Hook:] X 2
I keep a 44 everywhere I go
It's 1-O in the ghetto horror show

[Jayo Felony]
I'm slangin ?nocous? on the boulders
Keys, O-Z's and quarters
Come along, get up, stand up, and come and get your sack
I'm bustin nigga's hearts with this motherfuckin crack
I'm sayin please oh please oh please give me just one more hit
Now I'm surrounded by skinny motherfuckers with glass dicks
I'll jack Jack and Jill, smack Bill Clinton and his bitch
Tell po po they can't fade me I'll kill him and his snitch
I'm a bad influence, I'm a bad influence
And motherfuckers don't want to know what I'll tell these fuckin kids
Fuck school nigga, bang with me
Why you gotta get a job nigga, slang with me
Listen, my 44 protects ya if any nigga tries to test ya
Nigga who the fuck is you? I'm Peer Pressure
Took the last bit of the thorazine, I'm at the end of the rainbow
There ain't no fuckin pot of gold, just the ghetto horror show
There we go

[Hook:] X 2
I keep a AK everywhere I go
It's Jayo in the ghetto horror show

[Ice Cube]
I got to testify, I grew up in this ghetto horror
?Justaora? got me spittin from the ghetto Torah
Ghetto bible survival I'm hittin rivals in their vitals
Tryin to rob titles, from livin idols
I give recitals on the drugs to sex to county checks to Lex
Your respect from the hot techs
And it's the same for me 'cause the fame don't wipe away the black
Westside can't react
Braniac with this maniac, get to losin 'fore the schools get to oozin
And your bitch get to ?twosin?
The niggas at 600 pools and like the Pope
Get on the fuckin city F niggas like to vote
It's the horror, no tomorrow in your eyes
But look at me nigga I believe I can fly
You believe you can die, well shit it might happen
I believe I can rhyme and look, I start rappin nigga

[Hook:] X 2
I keep a tech nine everywhere I go
It's Ice Cube in the ghetto horror show

[Mack 10 talking]
What is time? Huh, time is divded by two.
Before it happens, and after it happens.
Right now, we callin it the ghetto horrow show.

[some guy]
Only a fool would go there at night!

featuring Snoop Dogg



[Snoop Dogg talking]

Hahaha yeah.

You're about to witness something you never thought you'd witness

before.

Check this out.



[Snoop Dogg]

Welcome to the house the D O double G built

We got honey cream silk and milk

We make that big bank and keep that big shank

Just in case we get slapped into the home we take

Nigga don't think Dogg slips at all

I make chips for crips and the beat dogs

True niggas, do niggas, hey you niggas

Can't get with us 'cause we rip shit up

It's Mack Dime, and D-O dub

Here's a toast to the most, westcoast love

Fo sho though, I let you know from the get go

Pullin on my endo, rollin through the Wood with my kin dog



[Mack 10]

Not De La Soul, but fresh on parole

Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole

I'm know to the peoples as the Inglewood swanger

Been rollin gold Danas since a BG banger

It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin

And niggas say we bangin 'cause our colors be flamin

But I'd rather push crack, let the bank roll stack

I show Snoop how to whoop and then I front him a sack



[Snoop Dogg]

Nigga better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body

As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party

Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew

Cold thing about it is that the niggas kept it true

Inglewood family is what they claim to bang

Street Rue and Maddog, I think that was his name

But anyway, what can I say?

Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?

So when you in LA, or nigga round my way

Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah



[Hook:] X 3

Long Beach, with the ING



[Mack 10]

I'm makin green in the rap scene from coast to coast

And rollin three wheel motion from the woods to the ocean

See Snoop and Tray Dee in the LBC

And wasn't nobody trippin, just cool as can be

No harm up in (?) so the hatas got bigger

But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold plated trigger

And that's fo sho though, you know how it go

Jump in the low low and bang with the homies, fuck a hoe

So keep away crack and leave your bullet proof vest

Dogg there ain't no need for that, we headed west to the QS

Game recognize game, and it always should

It's all good and you niggas got a passion, Inglewood

Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like Monie

That's on the one and only I keep the big homies for the phonies

So let it be known, from my hood to your town

That connect game niggas is straight down with the Pound



[Snoop Dogg]

Now all my peoples in the LBC pull up a chair and have a dime bag on me

See we be DPGin this, we in this thang to make hits and bump a

bitch and maintain

'cause the more better you get, the more cheddar you get

The more shit you talk, the more wet up you get

See, I found out quick, don't say shit

Just take care of yours, and handle it quick

Yeah, it don't stop for Biggie or Tupac

Niggas been gettin shot on my block

But we got to make a change and the thang is this

I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist

But I wish upon a star

To stay down with Mack Dime, pushin caviar

The real recognize the real, I'll kill for that nigga

ING DPG, deal with it nigga, for real



[Hook] X 2



[Snoop Dogg]

They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame

Some claim twenty crip but most claim insane

See it's not a lifestyle, it's a full time job

And if you live in Long Beach, it's like a macabre

>From blunt to blunt, everybody's bad

And if you don't know where you at you better tuck in your rag

Push heat on the street, with Chuck D's on his feet

Makin money slangin tapes up out the Compton swap meet



[Mack 10]

Up jumps the boogie some niggas gang bang

So keep a big steel if it's a real G Thang

But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks

And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks

Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm callin all hogs

It's connect gang rollin with the Pound and Snoop Dogg

And everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be

It's Long Beach with the Ingle dub O-O-D city



[Hook] (till fade)

featuring Big Punisher Fat Joe



[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)

Yeah Terror Squad motherfucker!

(And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh.

I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas.

(Nope.) East coast west coast. (It's all the same.)

Joey Crack Big Pun Mack 10.

(Speak on it Joe.)

Haha niggas what!



[Fat Joe]

At times I feel like blastin myself endin it all

Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall

Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw

Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe

Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate

Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get

My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes

Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?

Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin

But it appears your empire's fallen

Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one

The same cats you get ?terroria? from

East coast, west coast, man it's all the same

Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame

It's still insane, since the flow track

Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black



[Hook:] X 2

It's all about weight, work, guns, yay

Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play

y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray

Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby



[Big Punisher]

Check what you never thought

Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York

Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk

We the truest 'cause killers walk in muddy boots

Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose

Fuck is you talkin like you crazy

Barkin like you eighty

Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby

Don't try to play me 'cause I'm not a playa

Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe

I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy

So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody

That's how it is in the stone jungle

If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you

And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid

Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in

Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay

You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today



[Hook] X 2



[Mack 10]

I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya

And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try

Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest

Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit

Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack

Real niggas push big weight and big sacks

y'all said it was cool, I got to ok this

I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this

It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix

Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36

I hope you can count nigga, better be precise

If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life

From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx

We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks

Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen

TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin



[Hook] X 2

featuring Tray Deee Squeak are you (of AllFrumTha I)

[Tray Deee]
Yeah again another group collaboration

Verse One: Tray Deee

From the second I get dressed to get to steepin I'm on one
Fillin up the 4 4 if pop po want some
I ain't runnin from a motherfucker
Dust a sucker off if he soft then fuck him if he suffer
Another One Bites The Dust like the song say
Bust em in the wrong way caught up in the gunplay
One day, some say, we all gon' die
Human lives to my eyes, take a size and bye
You're on your own, give em all and go explode
It's a cold that aroze when you chose your clothes
Blue or red, who will care if we all was rich?
Ballin tills, haulin chickens, flossin grips
I give a damn bout the next fool, my Tek rule
Ol' school nigga bout to take it to the next school
This gangsta shit is like drugs, runnin with thugs
Puttin slugs in your motherfuckin mug

Chorus: Squeak-are you, (Tray Deee)

This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride)
and live for the hood to show my love
*repeat*
(*singing*)
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooooh
*repeat*

Verse Two: Squeak-are you

I got to bang on my enemy
I got make sure they know, they ain't afraid of me
So I'm gon' ride on they hood
Leavin nuttin but obituaries til they get it understood
You know that Squeak-are you capped em
I wantcha homegirl photo book to be full of em
I'll be the gossip for ya block
When y'all explain to each other how I creep with the Glock
The 4-5 nigga did the damage
I took two to da dome, so, nigga, fuck a bandage
And all you got was a bodybag
accommodations to the morgue, equipped with a toe tag
Now you know I'm a killer
You cross my name out on the ward, it lets me know y'all remember
Mashed on your hood and got a trophy
If you really want revenge, nigga, come get me

Chorus

Verse Three: Mack 10

This gangsta shit is a must, and plus I bust
and puff angel dust for the headrush
I like the way the Teks spit when I'm lit
I feel like "Fuck the police" and "a bitch ain't shit"
Plus I represent my curb to the fullest
and them, so-called hogs be like track stars when I pull this
Beat out, get the sheet out when I roam
'cause the first fool caught slippin on my block gettin done
So fuck a job, dogg, I jacks for my figures
Plus I live by the trigger and I ride for my niggas
On all-gold twisters on a front and back Caddy
Every broad in they ghetto wish I was their baby daddy
So which lucky ho want to be Miss Mack 1-0
You gotta have a gang of ass and be a dick-suckin pro
I want to down bitch for my bride and when we ride
Gotta love this gangsta shit and be down for the homicide

Chorus:

This gangsta shit is like a drug, (I got to ride)
and live for the hood to show my love
*repeat*
(*singing*)
This gangsta shit is like a motherfuckin gangsta drug
Crips and Bloods, ooooh
*repeat x3*

[Mack 10] Rest in peace to all the soldiers
we lost to this gangsta shit

Intro:

(*man, have you heard this stuff?
This gangsta rap? it's fuckin bullshit.
They're just talkin about dealin drugs and,
Beatin on people and shit,
Carryin guns to the studio. it's fucked up shit.
And y'know, you niggas
Can't communicate with people*)
[mack 10] aw fuck you, you punk ass motherfucker

featuring Ice Cube Korn



[unknown] Mack you got everything on here except some damn rock'n'roll

[Mack 10] Shit don't speak too soon



*Korn providing guitar intro and background guitars*



I got to know baby

I got to know baby



Intro/Chorus: Ice Cube



Girl do you still want to be a ho? (Huh?)

I got to know baby should I stay or should I go? (what?)

Do you want this nigga in a 6 double O?

I got to know, should I stay or should I go?



Verse One: Ice Cube



Fuck this condo and with John Doe

You a bomb ho, black enchicando

You must think I'm soprano, you better trun the channel

I want to grab you like a handle

You ill scream "Book him Dano!", here come the crack commando

wit his guns and his ammo

Tryin to blow out my candle

I'ma stop fuckin wit you for your cousin in Orlando (Fo' sho', fo' sho')



Chorus: Ice Cube



I got to know, baby, should I stay or should I go?

Will I end up with strike number four?

I got to know, should I stay or should I go?



Verse Two: Mack 10



Should I stay or should I go take a hit or say "no"? (No)

Shoot the jumpshot, run the rock or sell blow?

Get a whole gallon of loot, do a show

Keep the square bitch or should I bust me a ho?

You got the green light, break grass so I can write

We gonna stock all big heads, I recite hella types (Right)

Always mashin like pedals, packin fully heavy metals

To the new school leader with the big rebels

See the shinin sea, Westside is the thang (Westsiiiide!)

We're down to Hoo Bang with the ghetto slang

Heads boppin and frownin like it's nasty

The class crackin, hard rockin like the cavi, ask me

I never lie, I keep it to the real

Rollin like a big wheel ever since I had a deal

Mack move the crowd like an automatic Uza (BRRRRW!)

That three time loser's wreckin lotta polluters

Nigga what? (Nigga what?)



Chorus: Mack 10



Should I stay or should I go?

Do you want to see Mack 1-0?

I got to know, should I stay or should I go? (Bitch what?)



Bridge: Ice Cube, (Mack 10)



You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

You a tease, (fuck a tease)

Bitch please (catch these)

Bitch please (catch these)



Verse Three: Ice Cube, Mack 10



You want to leave, girl, no way

My forte is to flip it like O.J.

You gots ta obey O'Shea

Like your ass was an ol fade and nothin but a trophy

Give my nigga Mack a 40, maintain orders

Strandin orders, walkin target, stalkin chargers

Walk the hardest, you should move the force

'cause I'ma fight, it's love, I'm right behind ya

Over-protective, you shouldn't've gave it to me (Never)

Said it was mine and handed a baby to me

Now I'm on it, like I own it

I better go, ho, before I end up on death row



Mack 10 be the G with the color bandana

I fiend for the mic with a jonez like Indiana

Never fuck a broad white as Vanna, I like em tanner

Always lookin for pussy, detect a freak like a scanner

I say "Beeyatch! My name is Mack 1-0

and you the baddest ho at the show in the front row

You give head? If so, I want to blow

Meet me at the Nico in room 3-0-4"

I heard a knock (what?), there's somebody at the do'

Baby came in, sucked me down like a pro

"What else ya want to do?" I replied "I don't know"

She said "Mack 1-0, well should I stay or should I go?" Yo



Chorus:



SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO, YO?

*repeat x8*

I'MA GO, YO! I'MA GO, YO!



Outro: Ice Cube



I got to know, baby

I got to know, baby

Handle me this chick, get the fuck outta here

Huh, real quick, real quick

Bitch, you crazy, you crazy

I'm gone, I'm gone

A-YEA-YEA!!!