作詞 : Cousin, Garner, Moore
Mack mutha****** 10
Back up in ya witta'nother mutha****** gangsta hit
But this time 1-0
Productions givin the mutha****** punch
Wit my *******s, my new *******s:
AllFrumTha
I Run it,
Squeak (Verse 1 -Squeak Ru)
It's like 24/7, 365
How ot stack them dollars, that was on my mind
Gots to get this rap *******t tight
That's why
I write and ******* [up everything ?] on the mic
I wanna filthy rich and when
I pitch Game at a *******, she couldn't rock my *******
Seven digit bank accounts and we bounce
****** by the pound, ******* a ounce
I'm ma*******n petrol thru the ghetto
******* the metro, ******* got the bankroll and wouldn't buy
Benzo Gettin paper is a habit,
I want it lavish
Goddamn, if it's there
I gots to grab it
So God, please, can you make me famous
I wanna stack a big head from earth to
Uranus Got to combine these rhymes for the grind
It's time,
I can't keep the paper off my mind
Chorus: I wanna fill my cup to tha rim
Tell me long will it take for me to stack my paper
I'm tryna stay down because
I'm Inglewood swangin
AllFrumTha
I til I die, we hoo-bangin (Verse 2 -Binky Mack)
Now tell me who can fade us
Breakin off from
Inglewwod to
Vegas Rub ya [???] around my stack ,shakin up the crap
Game, really don't matter what the hustle
So my [shrink ?] get [???] again wit a little muscle
Tap on the do' to see if ya home
Better [ask ?] or me and my dogs is thru the window
Gots to fill my cup by any means
Necessary pullin my strap cuz you bustas is scary
Hustle and dreams, now is hustle at any means
Me and my ******* on some hustlin schemes
Got *******s hoes takin me shoppin, it's only poppin
And it won't be no stoppin,
I'm droppin
Rhymes on that ass, hoes checks they cash
Cuz when it comes to a broke *******
*******, I pass and when women wanna wine and dine
Mack 10's bought the
Benz off the [lac]
I'll be tellin ******* it's mine
Chorus (Verse 3 -Squeak Ru)
A ******* wanna stack him a million
Have a house away from the average civilian [Fo' do ???], [???] entourage 20 mutha*******s when we mob
Live [in plusses ?] by his custom [get ?] that's the *******t
Put the hood down, now my *******s got grip
Havin money is a scheme,
American Dream
A ******* from the ghetto livin like a king
And at night my appetite is right
I like the big
MD *******ne in the light--twisted
A hundred [???] make a ******* pow
I wish the homies in the pen could see me now
Westside!!!
Chorus