Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From Tha Streetz, artist - Mack 10. Album song Best Of Mack 10, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
From Tha Streetz |
Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto |
Turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin |
This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pro’s |
Triple O.G.'s with the hot six fo’s |
Go fast ballers, bangin six gears |
Three time felons with the tattooed tears |
For all the homies out there that cook it up good |
Distributin so up they project a neighborhood |
Whether it’s Peruvian or Ghetto D |
Won’t you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me |
I’m from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers |
Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers |
Puttin down thousands till there ain’t nothin left |
Cause real street riders, let em roll to the death |
I like fly shit so I scramble for the pay |
Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anyday |
Was down with the truce in nine-deuce though I looted |
It’s the Y2K and i’m still khacki-suited, what you thought? |
Chorus: Mack 10 |
From the streets, from the streets, from the streets |
Tell em where I’m from! |
From the streets |
I represent where I’m from and I’m nutty as they come |
I’m like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys |
Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise |
For haters that resent me, they jealous evidently |
Cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley |
But hustlas like me, just stay to the grind |
Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine |
I ain’t worried about you busters, we ain’t scared to kill |
I was beastin before rap, I’m a street nia for real |
So check my resume and tell me what it say |
I’m the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay |
I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b. |
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Now I’m eight figures up, and when you see me it’s TV |
Mack ain’t getting caught up in charged with murder one |
When you got loose you don’t do it, you simply get it done |
Now who wanna test and try push around Mack |
Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh? |
Back to them O.G. |
gangsta for life critic piss |
See I’m insane bangin Inglewood city kids |
If rap fail today I’m back to cuttin chunks |
Pushin work through the hood from down South to the Bronx |
Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills |
Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills |
And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note |
Everybody say hoe if ya love mack one-oh |
Killas on my payroll’s a chain of command |
But my neighbors don’t know; |
think I’m a family man, ha |
I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin |
Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin |
Every room in my house stay flooded with heat |
Livin in the hills but I still got tied to the street |
Ain’t shit about me change worldwide, I’m respected |
I’m Hoo-Bangin now but i’m still well connected, you know? |
From the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo |
From the streets. |