Verse One: {Lil` Ya}
Twenty seven twelve that`s where I dwell
But you had to have heart to be down
From the start cuz a nigga didn`t play
That hoe shit if you got jacked you had to
Strap and that`s a rap bitch
Cuz gee`s are gee`s and youngsters are hustlers
You come up in the third bein` a buster
Cuz if the capital YA found out about you nigga
I have to take yours to make mine bigger
And you can go get yo boys and they better come correct
Cuz I got K`s and I`m a put yo ass in check
You like a pussy cat comin` up in the wood
Try`na survive in my motherfuckin` hood
Chorus: {Bridge/Lil` Ya & Yella Boy}
{Lil` Ya}
It`s the mac from the motherfuckin` hood y`all
It`s the mac from the motherfuckin` hood
{Yella Boy}
I`m sick and tired I`m sick and tired
Of these bitches playin` with me
I`m from the three you better respect UNLV
Verse Two: {Yella Boy}
Daddy used to laugh till I bought the park fast
Started off with opportunities I achieved real fast
At the park ain`t no joke I started movin` quarters
Like a baller people watchin` it`s my dog
So he ain`t callin` I`m bout puffin` as I
Choke to the chronic smoke
You see me comin` you hear the music
Joggers walkin` by I`m still drivin` twenty-four seven
Around the fuckin` block my nigga
Lil` Ya spittin` game at you dog hoes
Fuck what you wearin` don`t trip of them dog hoes
Them boys at Mac he down with them so it`s all good
I`m with Tec-9 we be with mac`s up to no good
Chorus: {2x}
Verse Three: {Lil` Ya}
It`s the mac and I`m back on solo tip
I never fell in love and I never got pussy broke
Pimpin` up on bitches on my block
From my hood and kept up the keys
You know I`m doin` good started workin` with
Twenty`s now I flipped it to a half
Now I`m a quarter bird you bitches can`t laugh
So give me credit and stop try`na playa hate
Gettin` jealous never talk about me in my face
Talkin` behind my back I`m a fuck you
Bitches up real good cuz I`m a fool from the three
The mac fat from the motherfuckin` hood
Chorus: {2x}
