Lyrics:
lowdown and dirty with the 30 30
Because I'm in your neighborhood plus my nose dirty
I'm into Chuck's house, off deliverin' the bad luck
As I spin the bin
Donatello
No my father ghetto
Had to rob and set off metal in the streets
Never Ratted
Raphael a savage
I'm the baddest nigga got some infamy
Nightmare
wit dat
Yeah i got problem wit it bitch
Only time I'm really wit the shits
Only time I wanna throw my fist
Bet not lemme shoot I never miss
Gotta
to your devastation
My motivation is lyrication, the philosophation
Acquired by the gangsta's inspiration
Mentally loc'd I'm smokin' tracks like it's
we had prayed for better days
A nicca use to wear the Shaqs & chucks now i got hella J's
Cheddar Collectors on my shirt you know im bout my cheddar
schedulin' assemblin' developin'
Mind of a 13 year old, ha, no Ritalin
End the day with a break at Mickey T's
My friend be like you got them trees, told him I
a mac
50, these niggas must be
Fuckin' wit' crack Yep
And I'm flossin' every chance that I get
Walk around wit' your advance on my neck
I'm demandin'
dummy it up, who the FUCK gon' knock it
Now that The Inc. locked it, Chuck
[Hook]
[Charli Baltimore]
We got vision by I.G. - hook by Ashanti
Got Chuck
So dummy it up, who the fuck gon' knock it
Now that The Inc. locked it, Chuck
[Chorus:]
We got vision by I.G. - hook by Ashanti
Got Chuck
on it get it
Gonna get in on
Gonna get in on
Gonna get in on
Gonna get in on
You check this out
My partner Chuck D
Got all the OZ's
to just play ball,
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall,
But I was taught by the G from that old school,
As I got older, the old
she's tryna savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man
Should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me
But can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black eleven's
she's tryna savor
Shorty saying Khalifa Man
Should have his own flavor
Haters wanna be me
But can't walk in my Chuck Taylor's
All black eleven's
Niggas wana run my race
Better not run my lane
I just my pace, blaze, don't call that Usain
I got 99 problems, but I know I got game
I know Mac like
just book me a flight I might be there by tonight
I might just turn up for the prize I might I might
I might change my name to Rugrat I chuck e (Chuckie)
is strong
[and your radio's def when my record's on _ LL Cool J]
[chorus:]
[You want to know why...because...]
I'm on the...
[Radio (echo) _ Chuck D]
back to the hood
And I've already heard some bad new
The homie just got shot it by some Crab fool
We 'bout to get this nigga's back, grab the Mac, we
and herringbones
Bezel sets and baguettes, while talking on my cell phone
From Bo-Bo's to Air Macs, low cars to horse backs
Hoopties to Cadillacs, water guns
at this little thot (yeah)
I'm tryna crininack on her big gnat
My niggas sellin' crinack for the stinacks
And I got a big-big MAC, for the chit-chat
Did
the quarterback
I call her miss Franklin cuz she's got a dimes ass
You see I’m the quarterback she can’t defend my offense
Ya boy a wildcat so I’ll never run outta
I'm Mac P (like I'm Mac P)
Probably chillin' in the hood like I'm Mac P (like I'm Mac P)
That's my baby, that's my dawg, forever lasting (that my
gedisst
Ab heute sind wir Feinde wie
Die Bloods und Crips
G-Funk-Einfluss, C Walk ist ein Muss
Drive-By, es reicht meist zu zielen
Nur ein Schuss von
touched up
Play with my name got me fucked up
Hey nigga better tie his chucks up
Ain't no way i could run got a big gun
All the hoes in this house gonna
do Sanaa Lathan
Fire Satan, God body, I got the choir hatin'
Rich and rude, plus my lifestyle is ravishing
Laying wood on your wife
I swear it's
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