Artist: Mack 10
Song: From the Streets
Tape: The Paper Route
Typed by: Rassfan @hotmail.com
(w/ some corrections by Graytide)
Verse 1:
This is for the straight thugged out, the low ride pro's,
triple O.G.'s with the hot 6 fo'z
go fast ballers, bang'n 6 gears
3 time felons with the tattooed tears.
For all the homies out there that cook it up good
distribute'n so up they project an neighborhood
whether it's Peruvian or ghetto D
won't you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me
I'm from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers,
real criminals robbers and the pitbulls squabblers.
put'n down thousands till there ain't nothin left,
cause real street riders let em roll to the death.
I like fly s--- so I scramble for the pay,
Rather hustle homeboy then gang-bang anyday.
was down with the truce in 9-deuce though I looted,
It's the y2k and i'm still khacki suited.
What ya thought?
Hook:
From the streets,
from the streets,
from the streets
Mack 10: Tell em where I'm from!
From the streets
Mack 10: I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come
Verse 2:
I'm like them "Hot Boys",
got "Cash Money" and hot toys,
plus them automatic things to make the pop noise.
For haters that resent me,
they jealous evidently,
cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley.
But hustlas like me just stay to the grind,
pay you no mind and keep the safety off my 9(mm).
I ain't worried about you busters we ain't scared to kill,
I was beast'n before rap I'm a street kneeya for real.
So check my resume,
and tell me what it say,
I'm the same mack from the block known for pushing yay.
I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b.g.,
now I'm 8 figures up and when you see me it's TV.
Mack ain't getting caught up in charged with murder one,
when you got loose you don't do it you simply get it done.
Now who wanna test and try-ta push around Mack,
Get this rap s--- twisted and get your dome pushed back.
Uggh
Hook: 2X
Verse 3:
Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic piss
See I'm insane bang'n Inglewood city kids
If rap fail today I'm back to cuttin chunks
Push'n work through the hood from Down South to tha Bronx
Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills
Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills
And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note
Everybody say hoe if ya love mack one "O"
Killaz on my payroll's a chain of command
but my neighbors don't know think I'm a family man, hah
I know sometime they wonder when the 6-4 drag'n
Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants sag'n
Every room in my house stay flooded with heat
Live'n in the hills but I still got tied to the street.
Ain't s--- about me change worldwide I'm respected,
I'm Hoo Bangin now but i'm still well connected.
Chorus 2X
Outro:
From the Streeeeeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooo
From the streets