Something told me it was this one, he's the one to hold on to He's the one Someone to hold on to (He's the one) Someone to hold on to Someone to hold
black ball Walk up in the label start waving a hack-saw Hit the bathroom strip naked and jack-off This white boy’s getting more gangster than Mac Mall
of did it On a crash course chase of death (yeah, death) Still thuggin on the streets (yeah) Cause we the last ones left [verse 3 - mac mall] I take
in '94 they call me Chi-Town's Nas Now them niggas know I'm one of Chi-Town's gods We even yo, you still talking no cops A conscious nigga with mac like
first one that did HBO. First one did Apollo. I can't get qualified bein Hall of Pimpology as a Oakland Raider what? Uh, I'm da first one on dubs what
he be funny lookin like g-money Nigga puffin' voos heard you got married to a crack like You need to get some get right like mac mall 'Cuz it act like
scrags Ain't shit I got two of em now Fuck em One for this braid right here One for this braid right here Gotta lick this middle one Fuck ya'll WC CJ Mac
don't plan on stoppin' at all I want this shit forever man, ever man, ever man I'm sellin' shit down at the mall And tellin' every girl she the one
the house on the beach Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche? Everybody gettin' cream no one considered them leech Think about it now, that's damn near one
heart So on that starry night, you gave to us and you took away from us the one thing we never acknowledged, your life.. [Mac Mall] Yeah, game laid down
with no cash on the bigger label Your tri state ways are shut down by barricades In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40 Mac Mall, C-Bo, and other
south with the brothers with the curls and gold teeth in they mouth and the cheverolet impalas with the craters and vogues fo'teef, with the yak, smokin' fat mac
saucy floss like Prego, from Diego to the Bay I'm clockin' grip like Canseco [Mac Mall:] Now must I Tear a page of the game for them suckas Mac & A.K
tecs to unload My perils bring paradise West side till I die, uh Pocket full of ice No vice squads Ho's still Walks the boulevards Pimp scenes, mac mall
one of them whores (What's the definition of a lick?) Taking a niggaz shit (Hey, put that on sumthin') I put that on the click, the click Back to fuckin' work one
I wanna walk into the mall Tell the man I'll take it all Drop it from the rooftop what's gon' break my fall I think I might I go on and on forever I Think
ma, go holla at ya dogs And have a good time, and head to the mall I'ma take you to the block, wit the crack and mac But it's the Birdman daddy, got the
me, that real-ass nigga you been runnin from Got us sprung off the cocaine and the welfare While the black babies die without health care [ Mac Mall
