[Verse 1: Baby]
Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo` six
But I`m the bird man nigga, need to score some shit
I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders
and bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood
My Lil` Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods
She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood
The beauty shop stay poppin`, cause this zones keep rockin
And my phone keep plunckin`, cause these hoez keep jockin
Just bought a new six with bra-less kit
Put me on the floor two nines in my hip
The reason the drought is cause the feds done bust` my ship
Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit
Got a old and young bitch that`ll take that trick
Hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip
Gave my nigga ???? car go break them bricks
Go flood that magnoila cause I want that bitch
KC take this glock, make will of the spot
Tanto, Tito and Wap ya`ll hug the block
And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked
And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop
[Hook: Juvenile & Lil` Wayne]
[Juve]
You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty
You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and serve it
And I keep it real, and I play the field
And I know when to deal, and I know when to kill
[Wayne]
And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds
And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums
You could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles
You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer
[Verse 2: Turk]
Look Nigga know that I got that work
So he plottin` and watchin` try to see when I`m gone
So he could break in my housin
I`m a bake a cake for `im, make `im think I`m out of town
I know he`s here hustlin` I want my monkey talkin loud tellin` my round
I`ll be there pick me up from the port
On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I`m goin to score
Probably get a lil` dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a
bag
half a gram for 100
This nigga just don`t know
I`m on top of my game
Should have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine
That I`ma get that nigga Turk
So I got to bust his brains
Cause if I let that nigga slide than he gon` try to do it again
So I gotta handle that mind
get rid of the bitch quick
Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt
Jack who, take what, from who, not me
Get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streets
Hook
[Verse 3: Mack 10]
From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin`
Sherm smokin, crack, sellin`
Blood and Cripp walkin
Mack One-0`s the name nigga
Hustlin` is my thang nigga CMR and West Side
Who Bang is the game nigga
Recognize a G in me, off top we wig-splitters
Young and Thuggin` like Turk and them head bustin` niggas check it
I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me
And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me
I fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks
Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick
Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price
And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice
I`m reppin killah Cali, but down with them south niggas
U know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas
Mack stay cockin` low, and down to ride for the cause
We keep it crackin` from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras
Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung related
I`m a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided
From the feet up G`d up is my everyday behavior
A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor`s
The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight
Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night
Mack is to much of a rider
I could never be a sucker
I`ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker
Hook
