Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 10 Million Ways, artist - Mack 10. Album song Mack 10, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
10 Million Ways |
Tick tock around the clock for the rock ya come see me |
Just knock at the door I’ll grant your wish like a genie |
Strait out to get paid stack the loot that I made |
Been slangin' dope out my mammas' house since the 10th grade |
Never tried it can’t deny it in the tiots was a looter |
Used to hang with drive by shooters |
Stickem up for Honda scooters |
Never was a schollar make you throw yo hands and holla |
Wolla went to Jr. high slangin' joints fo a dollar |
Finger waves was the new fad so they spoted a due rags |
Niggas got dumped on fo the red or blue rags |
Down with the G’s so them niggas never serve me |
Bellin' through the hood in my honeycomb Jersey |
Painter pants cuffed so I fixit on my biscuits |
Till my hair get long enough to brade my bitch I’ll keep it twisted |
It’s that niggarunnin' wild punch the pedal to the meadow |
And everywhere I go it’s a must I keep it ghetto |
Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars |
Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways |
«Choose one» |
«1 2 3 4 hit it!» |
24/7 on a 211 fresh out the county I hunt like a bounty |
From 10 to midnight make sure my shit tight |
Map out the lick right so that I hit right |
I strike to stay alive to be exact need a sack |
Can’t hack this monkey on my back |
So I shot it now you plot it I got it |
Exotic to erotic money ho’s to narcotics |
No preachin' knowledge of self or religion |
I’m too busy raisin' pitbulls and pigeons |
Put the hustle down steady for the summer |
I’m ready way tighter got two birds and a rider |
But I’m out fo mo nigga can’t get enough doe |
Place my hands on the fo fo |
Arm robbery is my hoby |
So I gotta sickum then lickum |
Now who’s my next victim |
Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars |
Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways |
«Choose one» |
«1 2 3 4 hit it!» |
Got the plak in the back straight ragtop |
Peepin' the scene with the gangsta lean |
Super clean in and out make you weak at the knees |
I watch fo the theives on my hunt spoke D’s |
Stereo type foe life from the streets where the palms trees sway |
And the money parlay |
Fo block niggas got the hoes like sewed up |
Bitches on my nuts every since I first showed up |
BG nigga with my though skins hangin' |
Tryin to look like my big homies that was bangin |
Slangin like 90 goin north with the cavey |
Twistin through the hood in a 83 caddy |
Coupe Deville I packs my big still |
Cause it’s sittin on white ones with the two way tight ones |
And as I floss I keeps my nina Ross |
Cocked with the clipin to catch a nigga slippin' |
Cause if you fuck with us we leave scars |
Motherfucker crime pays in 10 millions ways |
«Choose one» |
«1 2 3 4 hit it!» |