(Khayree...) (What's up?) (...drop some dope on these fools.) [Verse 1] My name is young Mac Mall, mayne, and this is my opinion And since I got your attention there's some shit I would like to mention Fuck them punk ass rollers, them highway type of strollers 'Cause they be wanting to bust them big fat caps in ghetto souljas I guess they wanna...Learn More

[Verse 1] Hey, living these days ain’t no joke Fiends they smoke and every young brother sells coke And if not they affiliated with the game It ain’t like the old days in ’93 thangs changed A young brotha might blast ya if he has to And a punk won’t last a Second in the place where I’m living at Cause everybody and they momma’s pack gats Some pack...Learn More

[Mac Mall talking] You crash-helmet wearin' heffer You turf-dirt tramp You sack-chasin ass cunt Bathwaterless bitch [Mac Mall] Whats up with it ho, tell me, whats it all about? Seems you always talkin' shit when this pimp dick not in your mouth And then you wonder why a nigga quick to dig your helmet And slap your ass so hard when usually I'm...Learn More

[Verse 1: Mac Mall] Sometimes I sit alone and seek into my thoughts Thinking about the game and how much cocaine is bought By these fucking fiends, so instead of going broke I had the cot to pop, so watch a youngster go loc I hit the fucking strip like a savage Sell after sell now I am living kind of lavish I ain't no high-roller but on a steady...Learn More