featuring Confident One



*(Khayree)*



Check one two.

(Uh)

Check check one two.

Hot shit.

(Oh yea)

(Uh)

Young Black Brotha hot shit.

(What?)

Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh.

Confident One

(Representin!)

(Wha what?)

(Spit this shit for me than man)

(This Mac Mall in here)

(You feel me playa?)

(Check this out)

(I'm gon' let these niggas know what's really goin' on though)



Chorus 2x *(Confident One)*



Do people ever ask you why you smoke so much weed?

Why yo pants saggin' while you sippin' Hennessy?

Smashin a V-12 doin' one-sixty

tryin to get this money so we in this bitch deep.



Verse 1 *(Confident One)*



Here's the reason why TC-1 don't give a fuck

cuz niggas won't lend you a dime when you down on yo luck

plus they buck

when you up these hoolagan niggas 'll leave you stuck

an if you as cold as starvin'

nobody put a nickle in your cup

reprehensible attitudes is what we dealin' wit

an in this Millennieum we die

from one stroke of our dick

what a world

when you ain't got nothin' they say "He ain't bout shit."

An when you ball to often these niggas they want you to quit

(stop, stop!)

We up against all odds as we sippin' Hennessy

avoidin' shady niggas

quick to blast at racist police

an to you money hungry bitches

I won't even waste my time

I give a fuck how fine

I won't spend a fuckin' dime

I'm tired of you niggas an yo repitious talk

how you's a killa that stalks

a pimp wit that walk

let me shake my ashes as this THC ignites

Khayree turn the beat up an pass the weed to fix your sight

beware of them niggas who won't look you in yo eye

smilin' all the time

but in they heart is dispise

check the blueprints

study the (sclumatics??)

learn the lesson

an as you roll four deep in your whip my niggas here's the question.



*(Chorus)*



Verse 2 *(Mac Mall)*



I wrote this fo' them inquiring minds

who need to worry bout they own an stay the fuck outta mine

punk niggas always whinin' an lyin'

all on my mutha fuckin nuts

juss like them chickens in the beauty salon, choppin me up

suckas get so emotional

when you ridin they hoe

or when you ballin an they out there broke

but I'd a seen niggas wit loot hatin on me too

cuz I done

treated they boo juss like a prostitute

let her slide on my dick

an she gave me ya whole script

how much mail you workin wit

an where ya hide them kicks

but I ain't trippin off you trick, I'd rather spark me a spliff

the white widow wit the Afghan-hashish mix

bitches get so passionate

when a nigga fuck the pussy

steal the heart

an take the chips an then dip

an when you tell all your friends they like, "No he didn't!"

an in yo face they might tell ya that Mac Mall ain't shit

but that was one big mistake that was made by this chick

see she told 'em how I fucked now her cousins my new bitch

real mackin' hear me

go on an crack the Henny

go on an spark the Philly

we goin' straight to the land

now if I dropped ya on the track

hit the block in a Lac

when I see you later

you besta have me a grand

call me more than a playa

fool I'm more like the coach

runnin plays on the bench

"Go deep young hoe!!"



*(Chorus)*



Verse 3 *(Mac Mall)*



I show the world no mercy

shall let no nigga serve me

shall let no bitch disturb me

she juss ain't worthy

born in the game, forced to get my hands dirty

an life is like a house party an I'm strapped

plus perkin'

always off the Roper

you always see me loaded

I always stay paid punk an all you marks can quote it

I spit that true game

an you been fiendin fo' it

like every line is heir-on coated

hip-hop an you own it!



*(Chorus)*



*(Mac Mall)*



Deep, deep, deep!

Fa sho.

Let 'em know about it.

Let 'em know about it, Mac Mall in this bitch nigga.

Fa all my mutha fuckin folks

What's up to my niggas out in Oakland.

What's up to my mutha fuckas in Frisco.

Fa sho.

Uh-huh.

My niggas out there in South Central.

Watts!! What's up!!

(Keep it poppin man)

Yeah mutha fucka.

Always, always keep it poppin. (Mac Mall)

(Get that money so we in this bitch)



*(Khayree)*



Vallejo.

I ain't forget you baby.

I ain't forget you.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

Uh. (Tryin' to get this money)

We in here.

Ferg!

What's up baby!

I'm comin' off a cold man.

Hit these suckas wit some of this... super simple funk, one time ya know.

Yeah sumpthin' for that trunk