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 ПопDate 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. |