From Tha Streetz

Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto

Turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin

This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pro's

Triple O.G.'s with the hot six fo's

Go fast ballers, bangin six gears

Three time felons with the tattooed tears

For all the homies out there that cook it up good

Distributin so up they project a 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 pit bulls squabblers

Puttin down thousands till there ain't nothin left

cause real street riders, let em roll to the death

I like fly **** so I scramble for the pay

Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anyday

Was down with the truce in nine-deuce though I looted

It's the Y2K and i'm still khacki-suited, what you thought?

Chorus: Mack 10

From the streets, from the streets, from the streets

Tell em where I'm from!

From the streets

I represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come

[Mack 10]

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 nine

I ain't worried about you busters, we ain't scared to kill

I was beastin before rap, I'm a street nia 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 eight 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 push around Mack

Get this rap **** twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh??

Chorus 2X

[Mack 10]

Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic piss

See I'm insane bangin Inglewood city kids

If rap fail today I'm back to cuttin chunks

Pushin work through the hood from down South to the 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-oh

Killas on my payroll's a chain of command

but my neighbors don't know; think I'm a family man, ha

I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin

Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin

Every room in my house stay flooded with heat

Livin in the hills but I still got tied to the street

Ain't **** about me change worldwide, I'm respected

I'm Hoo-Bangin now but i'm still well connected, you know??

Chorus 2X

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From the streets..