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Intro: [Mac Mall]
Yeah though, it`s the M-A-C y`all Young M-A-C Mall yaknow what I`m sayin`? From the Five-Tre-Five crew Str8 Crestsider, (fa sure) but I`m in the house wid my niggaaa, Big Syke from Thug Lige bitch, Ya know what I`m sayin`? And it`s going down like this... Verse 1: Mac Mall Wasted talent, wasted time, wasted minds Suckas givin` up wid out trying Satisfied wid ya grind Farakhan lacin` soldiers everyday but you blind, Ya best to beware, of this shit called minimum maximum Cause all the hustlas is catching `em, From Crestside to L.A. Cutty niggas can`t dodge no case Should dodge the bullet, when it`s your face, And I really don`t know wid the mell on the glow But I fits to get it all before the two triple O Like Feddie and Big Row, Hennessy so let`s toast for my peo-ples And all the playas and pard-ners that ain`t here For my factors and my folks wid a million years Wid no chance to appeal, I know ya thinkin` that it`s to real But playboy this the shit when ya lust for skreel But if ya get it... huh ya won`t look back Be a certified star wid ya own dope track No tapes and CDs, just zips and Os And a faulty fan club known as the po-pos You won`t last long, So for ya, grand finale They ship ya ass off to the, fedaralies, Ya know.... Hook: Big Syke You got to use what you got, And do ya best, no time to waste Don`t waste your talent life is full of stress Verse 2: A one track mind on the street still sellin` yay Advance and dance to romance the game everyday Some niggas do sixteen trife bringin` wifes back My homie caught four kis, body bags, fat sacks How many `vances can you get from the fools that you work wid? How many chances you gon` get, from niggas in yo click? By any means for the greens is necessary A stack off obituaries, and listen to cemeteries Wid a name in the street fame, mo` game Wid out the dope game, cocaine, insane How many lives can I live in this shit Money spent for ya blueprint laid by the government, Ghetto superstars yard rims made hard Pullin` hoe cards from the block to the boulevard Checkin` my traps gettin` right wid my paper work Been in the corner on Daytonas do a little dirt, I lost locs through the City of Angels At the burial no star spangled I got a new angle.... Hook(2x) Verse 3: Big Syke Every corner I turn, brothers holdin` on What you waitin` on?, don`t postpone, you gotta roll along Sometimes if ya crew ain`t true, Who`s catchin` up on things already passed due, Look at Jack big ten quarterback, Now he`s on crack he said he can`t turn back How you gonna act when the future slaps you in yo face? Wish you was in another place, steady pace, Is how I`m going you ain`t knowin` how it really is, Givin` drugs to the thugs and the little kids Smokin` sticks spendin` time barely gettin` by, Didn`t even try, to busy gettin` high, World don`t owe you, me or nobody else It`s cold for sure, so do for self Let somebody else wonder and disbelieve What you could achieve, Don`t waste your talent, like Joe A basketball pro, He`ll only be a pro in the ghetto, Cause he prolong, still wrong procrastinated, So many waited, they wasted they talent Hook(2x)
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