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Young Nigga
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Young Nigga · Mac Mall
Untouchable
℗ 1995 Relativity Records
Released on: 1996-12-01
Composer, Lyricist: Khayree
Composer, Lyricist: Jamal Rocker
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published: 29 Mar 2018
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Young N***a
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Young N***a · Mac Mall
Untouchable
℗ 2014 Thizzlamic / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
Released on: 2014-05-06
Auto-generated by YouTube.
published: 12 Apr 2015
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MAC MALL - YOUNG NIGGA
Untouchable
published: 22 Aug 2018
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Young Lay ft. Tupac, Ray Luv, Mac Mall - Got 2 Survive
From the album: Black 'N Dangerous
Mac Dre does the chorus, but he's uncredited
Lyrics:
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved
by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin further
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin
Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin
Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96
All the gals my six (what
else?) my track crew and my mother
Make these police wonder: how is he so
undercover?
Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart
Eat through scrap, black
tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch with the
Vietnamese
But I'm f...
published: 29 Sep 2007
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MAC MALL - GHETTO THEME // SPICE 1 - YOUNG NIGGA (SLOWDOWNRECORDZ)
I Keep DJ Screws Music Style Alive, Check Out my Music & Stay Up To Date for More !!
Contact for personal Tapes & Tracks : [email protected]
published: 06 Mar 2024
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Mac Mall - Crestside
===================================
Song Title: Crestside
Artist: Mac Mall
Album: Untouchable
Original Release Date: April 23, 1996
Genre:Rap
Label: Thizzlamic Records
===================================
Lyrics to Crestside
(Chorus Do Thangs)
Crestside It's tha Triple C
Crestside It's poppin' in tha Crestside
Crestside Livin' that pimp life
Tryin' to get a pimp ride
(Mac Mall)
Shit I'll take ya way back
Spittin' game longer than the gateway track
It must have been a blessin' raised as an adolescent
And mack 11 testin' in tha glass house
Straight twamped out cuz hang gotta Caddy on them thangs
Wit a phat ass TV so at age 9 I wanted that to be me
And now big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all sucka...
published: 03 Nov 2008
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Mac Mall - Ghetto Stardom
Lyrics:
Now when I just made 12 years old
My mama told me:'Baby boy, you know you gotta be strong
And even though they lead you wrong, stay on the right track
Cause it ain't no get right without some get back.'
Yeah, I heard that, but back then I didn't feel it
Cause I was rollin' do or die, tryna see me a ticket, just kickin'
G-block, I said I'll never leave
Even when the rollers chase me down til I can't breathe
Nigga freeze, who me? Oh, never that!
I'm hittin' fence after fence until I'm chillin' at my doormat
Like a mack I had to get away
Cause I'm a smooth operator, ask Shanda
But the rollers in the V is so shady
If they could, they would plan something on me
But really, them ain't the fools I gotta worry 'bout
Cause white folks goin' loced in the white house
And I doubt a republican ...
published: 02 May 2015
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Young Nigga
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Young Nigga · Spice 1
Spice 1
℗ 1992 Zomba Recording LLC
Released on: 1992-04-14
Mixing Engineer, Producer: SKI
Mixing Engineer, Producer: CMT
Composer, Lyricist: R. L. Green, Jr.
Composer, Lyricist: Shon Adams
Composer, Lyricist: Mark Ogleton
Recording Engineer: Pat Coughlin
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published: 26 Jan 2017
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Mac Mall SAPrize Niggas!
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https://twitter.com/Mob_Ties
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published: 13 Mar 2014
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Spice 1 - Young Nigga
published: 16 Dec 2009
4:23
Young Nigga
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Young Nigga · Mac Mall
Untouchable
℗ 1995 Relativity Records
Released on: 1996-12-01
Composer, Lyricist: Khayree
C...
Provided to YouTube by Relativity/Legacy
Young Nigga · Mac Mall
Untouchable
℗ 1995 Relativity Records
Released on: 1996-12-01
Composer, Lyricist: Khayree
Composer, Lyricist: Jamal Rocker
Auto-generated by YouTube.
https://wn.com/Young_Nigga
Provided to YouTube by Relativity/Legacy
Young Nigga · Mac Mall
Untouchable
℗ 1995 Relativity Records
Released on: 1996-12-01
Composer, Lyricist: Khayree
Composer, Lyricist: Jamal Rocker
Auto-generated by YouTube.
- published: 29 Mar 2018
- views: 28959
4:23
Young N***a
Provided to YouTube by The Orchard Enterprises
Young N***a · Mac Mall
Untouchable
℗ 2014 Thizzlamic / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
Released on: 2014-05-0...
Provided to YouTube by The Orchard Enterprises
Young N***a · Mac Mall
Untouchable
℗ 2014 Thizzlamic / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
Released on: 2014-05-06
Auto-generated by YouTube.
https://wn.com/Young_N_A
Provided to YouTube by The Orchard Enterprises
Young N***a · Mac Mall
Untouchable
℗ 2014 Thizzlamic / Rapbay / Urbanlife Distribution
Released on: 2014-05-06
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- published: 12 Apr 2015
- views: 57695
6:34
Young Lay ft. Tupac, Ray Luv, Mac Mall - Got 2 Survive
From the album: Black 'N Dangerous
Mac Dre does the chorus, but he's uncredited
Lyrics:
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved
by the corner, stout, herb
Got ...
From the album: Black 'N Dangerous
Mac Dre does the chorus, but he's uncredited
Lyrics:
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved
by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin further
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin
Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin
Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96
All the gals my six (what
else?) my track crew and my mother
Make these police wonder: how is he so
undercover?
Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart
Eat through scrap, black
tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch with the
Vietnamese
But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap
A
young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
It's just that feelin, that
feelin that I have for children
Are able to love us, but these crazy devils
try to kill us
{Chorus}
[ Mac Dre ]
"I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho"
"Smokin
that dank to deal with the pain"
(My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up
out the pen, man?)
[ Ray Luv ]
June 2nd '93 I returned to the
streets
Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat
Now the cops
keep watch, cause they know that I rap
Tell the world that I'm a gangsta,
cause I ride with a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught
up in the struggle
Born hustler, goin for the jugular
Out to take the
beast down, piece down might be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off
Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me
down and book me
Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook
me
Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A
poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated,
institutionalized
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers
dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin
from
Remember 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
{Chorus}
[ Mac Mall ]
Now how could I pledge allegiance to a
racist-ass flag
When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag?
Got my
mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't home
Got a double homicide warrant on my
dome
I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips
Cut
through the back window and like a g hit a fence
I'm thinkin 'bout my folks
gettin sent for violation
Foes and punk police, them devils still at my
do'
I peep a group of ten tryina get information
I threw the clips in
the Mac, start lettin off frustration
It's better than incarceration any
day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my fate
I got
niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner
T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and
Bluebonic, man
{Chorus}
[ 2Pac ]
Now I been called a crook, a killer, a
thug
A no-good dealer of drugs
And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what
set you was
Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped
As long as
ki's make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets these
days
Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay
I'm livin in
the dangerzone
And learnin lesson from the game, it's on
Niggas was
gone when the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken them balls daily
Is there
a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell?
See, seems I was senteced to death,
takin my steps with my head down
Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause
they dead now
My memory since I was a little seed
Was a penitentiary
full of niggas like me
These cops can't terrorize us, they despise
us
Niggas, cause we on the rise
Plus everybody's searchin for a piece
of the truth
And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut
And
the truth is
{Chorus}
"I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho"
"Smokin
that dank to deal with the pain"
https://wn.com/Young_Lay_Ft._Tupac,_Ray_Luv,_Mac_Mall_Got_2_Survive
From the album: Black 'N Dangerous
Mac Dre does the chorus, but he's uncredited
Lyrics:
[ Young Lay ]
Cuddies perved
by the corner, stout, herb
Got me twisted, mo' cold killin murders
Them brothers gettin further
Got my pencil for utensil, this'll keep they mind knownin
Spot some thugs at the club, and they got the nines showin
Dirty pimpin g's, one of my dreams, player now listen
Lotta blacks locked down, but comin back around in '96
All the gals my six (what
else?) my track crew and my mother
Make these police wonder: how is he so
undercover?
Never been a lover, but America had broke my heart
I was told to tear up out this before this tear me apart
Eat through scrap, black
tracks, free milk and cheese
While the Japs stack scratch with the
Vietnamese
But I'm finna squeeze, stack cheese they left on a trap
A
young playa mack, hit the bud', spit a rap
It's just that feelin, that
feelin that I have for children
Are able to love us, but these crazy devils
try to kill us
{Chorus}
[ Mac Dre ]
"I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho"
"Smokin
that dank to deal with the pain"
(My nigga Ray Luv, when'd you get up
out the pen, man?)
[ Ray Luv ]
June 2nd '93 I returned to the
streets
Did 2 months in the county and I opt to the beat
Now the cops
keep watch, cause they know that I rap
Tell the world that I'm a gangsta,
cause I ride with a strap
But I ain't yo gangsta, just a young nigga caught
up in the struggle
Born hustler, goin for the jugular
Out to take the
beast down, piece down might be too late
The funk is on, high, drunk off
Thunderbird and Grape Kool-Aid
Would love to catch a playa slippin, take me
down and book me
Guilty as charged, hit the switch and try to cook
me
Silence a nigga for the shit I'm spittin, I know I'm scarin ya
A
poison you created in the veins of America
Miseducated, incarcerated,
institutionalized
That 3rd strike will have a gang of them rollers
dyin
Ain't no love where I'm goin, no love where I'm comin
from
Remember 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
{Chorus}
[ Mac Mall ]
Now how could I pledge allegiance to a
racist-ass flag
When the rollers at my do' with a .44 mag?
Got my
mother spittin drag 'bout I ain't home
Got a double homicide warrant on my
dome
I hear em pushin in the do', I grab my Mac with two clips
Cut
through the back window and like a g hit a fence
I'm thinkin 'bout my folks
gettin sent for violation
Foes and punk police, them devils still at my
do'
I peep a group of ten tryina get information
I threw the clips in
the Mac, start lettin off frustration
It's better than incarceration any
day, we gonn' die anyway
So if I go out blastin, call it my fate
I got
niggas in the pen like my cousin Bud
Lunatic Insane, and my partner
T-Love
Big Tom, Ray Ray, Killa Cuddy, Mac Dre
Cleek, Jamal, Jinx and
Bluebonic, man
{Chorus}
[ 2Pac ]
Now I been called a crook, a killer, a
thug
A no-good dealer of drugs
And Blood or Cuz, doesn't matter what
set you was
Cause where I'm at, if you black, we strapped
As long as
ki's make g's these thieves attack
And ain't no rules on the streets these
days
Muthafuckas better watch they back and take it eazay
I'm livin in
the dangerzone
And learnin lesson from the game, it's on
Niggas was
gone when the frame was on
I'm gettin breaken them balls daily
Is there
a ghetto in heaven or do I go to hell?
See, seems I was senteced to death,
takin my steps with my head down
Why pour I liquor for my niggas, cause
they dead now
My memory since I was a little seed
Was a penitentiary
full of niggas like me
These cops can't terrorize us, they despise
us
Niggas, cause we on the rise
Plus everybody's searchin for a piece
of the truth
And the youth turn the streets into a piece of Beirut
And
the truth is
{Chorus}
"I gotta survive, I try to stay alive, ho"
"Smokin
that dank to deal with the pain"
- published: 29 Sep 2007
- views: 222451
5:07
Mac Mall - Crestside
===================================
Song Title: Crestside
Artist: Mac Mall
Album: Untouchable
Original Release Date: April 23, 1996
Genre:Rap
Label: Thizz...
===================================
Song Title: Crestside
Artist: Mac Mall
Album: Untouchable
Original Release Date: April 23, 1996
Genre:Rap
Label: Thizzlamic Records
===================================
Lyrics to Crestside
(Chorus Do Thangs)
Crestside It's tha Triple C
Crestside It's poppin' in tha Crestside
Crestside Livin' that pimp life
Tryin' to get a pimp ride
(Mac Mall)
Shit I'll take ya way back
Spittin' game longer than the gateway track
It must have been a blessin' raised as an adolescent
And mack 11 testin' in tha glass house
Straight twamped out cuz hang gotta Caddy on them thangs
Wit a phat ass TV so at age 9 I wanted that to be me
And now big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
Cuz a lot of y'all fools would be outlined in chalk
And I'd like to say what's up, to my nigga Ronny Wenn
He's a G when it comes to strugglin' hustlin'
To the top, Rest in Peace to Pop and Chris Macabee
He put the Mac in me, Thats why I ride a brome today
Straight game, the crestside way, we goin' pop all day
Whether weed or Yay, I'm still stressin' cuz it seems like last night
we lost
Mike,
S double, and damn God needs to let the real nigga's live,
But Nokey is gone and Freddy is dead
In the Crestside
(Chorus)
Now 95 is the day and soldiers shootin' for the game,
Big Buggy's a straight killa servin' rocks on the way
The Double R hit them banks wit' glocks in the Pelican Bay
You disrespect the Country Club and fool prepare for the shank,
This ain't no overnight shit
We been at this for years
Back when Finch rolled a Benz and Baby Frank was gettin' his
So if you ask me, why my fondest memories is bout' shootouts
And high speeds with the police
Spill Hennessey for D-Boy and house Dubee,
It's us against them so I stay true to the triple C
6' in the morn choppin' quit low on the St's set up shop
Throughout the "V" to move the next key
Rivals be snitchin' but cook em' all in a crock pot
Floss old schools on gold shoes and let the hoes jock
Crestside shit, Aliens wanna copy-cat
All in a city full of squares, playa's, and dirty mack's
Wanna-be gangsta's, and small tymer's tryin' to act hard
Well real-ass soldiers, a chosen few rollin' like hard
North of Vallejo, cuddies puttin' in the major work
Open your eyes and take a look at my crazy turf.
It's called the...
(Chorus)
Back when that Piggy P was a crooked cop
Back when that K St. mob ruled the Kemper block
Back when we said fuck the world, because we loved Benz
Do you remeber Figgaro and tryin' to hustle for ends
Hopin' that I stick to my grind and stay real to the street
One day I'll talk on Mobile phones and have a Chevy Caprice
Wit a couple of mounts and some slam in my trunk
And a spliff of that zesty cuz we don't fuck wit' them blunts
But in this day and age cuddy, this done got ill
Youngsta's that won't a mill and ain't afraid to kill
What the crooked game deals baby bloods gettin' spilled
Now it's blunt packin' chumps that try to set up shop where we chill
So it's all to the hood cuz when we mob I'm stayin' hip to the time,
Got my mind on my money keep one hand on my nine
On the same street corner where I was brought up and raised
The only chance I get for peace is when I'm drunk or I'm blazed
If this shit soundin' far-fetched and you think that I lied
Grab your nuts nigga , we goin' for a ride through the Crestside
(Do Thangs)
This game don't stop from the Crestside
O.G.'s young pimps, playa's thats right
(Chorus 3X)
(Do Thangs)
This game don't stop from the Crestside
Tec nines, mack joints nigga thats right
This game don't stop from the Crestside
O.G.'s young pimps, playa's thats right
https://wn.com/Mac_Mall_Crestside
===================================
Song Title: Crestside
Artist: Mac Mall
Album: Untouchable
Original Release Date: April 23, 1996
Genre:Rap
Label: Thizzlamic Records
===================================
Lyrics to Crestside
(Chorus Do Thangs)
Crestside It's tha Triple C
Crestside It's poppin' in tha Crestside
Crestside Livin' that pimp life
Tryin' to get a pimp ride
(Mac Mall)
Shit I'll take ya way back
Spittin' game longer than the gateway track
It must have been a blessin' raised as an adolescent
And mack 11 testin' in tha glass house
Straight twamped out cuz hang gotta Caddy on them thangs
Wit a phat ass TV so at age 9 I wanted that to be me
And now big A.C. can make in million on the Vegas strip
Since 1976 we been infuenced by pimps
And y'all suckas, is lucky that Smooth can't walk
Cuz a lot of y'all fools would be outlined in chalk
And I'd like to say what's up, to my nigga Ronny Wenn
He's a G when it comes to strugglin' hustlin'
To the top, Rest in Peace to Pop and Chris Macabee
He put the Mac in me, Thats why I ride a brome today
Straight game, the crestside way, we goin' pop all day
Whether weed or Yay, I'm still stressin' cuz it seems like last night
we lost
Mike,
S double, and damn God needs to let the real nigga's live,
But Nokey is gone and Freddy is dead
In the Crestside
(Chorus)
Now 95 is the day and soldiers shootin' for the game,
Big Buggy's a straight killa servin' rocks on the way
The Double R hit them banks wit' glocks in the Pelican Bay
You disrespect the Country Club and fool prepare for the shank,
This ain't no overnight shit
We been at this for years
Back when Finch rolled a Benz and Baby Frank was gettin' his
So if you ask me, why my fondest memories is bout' shootouts
And high speeds with the police
Spill Hennessey for D-Boy and house Dubee,
It's us against them so I stay true to the triple C
6' in the morn choppin' quit low on the St's set up shop
Throughout the "V" to move the next key
Rivals be snitchin' but cook em' all in a crock pot
Floss old schools on gold shoes and let the hoes jock
Crestside shit, Aliens wanna copy-cat
All in a city full of squares, playa's, and dirty mack's
Wanna-be gangsta's, and small tymer's tryin' to act hard
Well real-ass soldiers, a chosen few rollin' like hard
North of Vallejo, cuddies puttin' in the major work
Open your eyes and take a look at my crazy turf.
It's called the...
(Chorus)
Back when that Piggy P was a crooked cop
Back when that K St. mob ruled the Kemper block
Back when we said fuck the world, because we loved Benz
Do you remeber Figgaro and tryin' to hustle for ends
Hopin' that I stick to my grind and stay real to the street
One day I'll talk on Mobile phones and have a Chevy Caprice
Wit a couple of mounts and some slam in my trunk
And a spliff of that zesty cuz we don't fuck wit' them blunts
But in this day and age cuddy, this done got ill
Youngsta's that won't a mill and ain't afraid to kill
What the crooked game deals baby bloods gettin' spilled
Now it's blunt packin' chumps that try to set up shop where we chill
So it's all to the hood cuz when we mob I'm stayin' hip to the time,
Got my mind on my money keep one hand on my nine
On the same street corner where I was brought up and raised
The only chance I get for peace is when I'm drunk or I'm blazed
If this shit soundin' far-fetched and you think that I lied
Grab your nuts nigga , we goin' for a ride through the Crestside
(Do Thangs)
This game don't stop from the Crestside
O.G.'s young pimps, playa's thats right
(Chorus 3X)
(Do Thangs)
This game don't stop from the Crestside
Tec nines, mack joints nigga thats right
This game don't stop from the Crestside
O.G.'s young pimps, playa's thats right
- published: 03 Nov 2008
- views: 271832
4:51
Mac Mall - Ghetto Stardom
Lyrics:
Now when I just made 12 years old
My mama told me:'Baby boy, you know you gotta be strong
And even though they lead you wrong, stay on the right track
C...
Lyrics:
Now when I just made 12 years old
My mama told me:'Baby boy, you know you gotta be strong
And even though they lead you wrong, stay on the right track
Cause it ain't no get right without some get back.'
Yeah, I heard that, but back then I didn't feel it
Cause I was rollin' do or die, tryna see me a ticket, just kickin'
G-block, I said I'll never leave
Even when the rollers chase me down til I can't breathe
Nigga freeze, who me? Oh, never that!
I'm hittin' fence after fence until I'm chillin' at my doormat
Like a mack I had to get away
Cause I'm a smooth operator, ask Shanda
But the rollers in the V is so shady
If they could, they would plan something on me
But really, them ain't the fools I gotta worry 'bout
Cause white folks goin' loced in the white house
And I doubt a republican or democrate
Gives a fuck about us young inner city blacks
It's a trap, Uncle Sam keeps cursing me
Rather have me in the pen than the university
Yeah, it's a shame but mane, that's how it is
So ya better peep game and try to lace ya kids
Cause it ain't no tellin' what's soon to come
When the punk president might drop the bomb
Got me all stressed out with my brain on numb
My little cousin asking me where dope come from
Chorus:
They try to tell us in the verses and the scriptures
But I guess the real message must have missed us
In '96 all my brothers and my sisters
Is on a mission, we're trippin' livin' senseless
Tell me, will I see the sun in days to come
Will blacks be the victors instead of victims
Or will my people keep killing over fuckin' crumbs
Pushin' dope just to reach ghetto stardom
If you ask Mac Mall who I'm voting for
I say:'Farrakhan' as I'm hittin' the bong
I .. to the swisher or the dohja spliff
Get elevated to another as I reminisce
About fresh candy paint and peanut butter tops
Young hustlers havin' paper, livin' top notch
And then the D-game straight decline
And all you Sawyer turf niggas makin' headlines
10 o'clock news or America's most
Unsolved mysteries, you better soak some dope
Then the judge starts droppin' the injuries
On all the gangstas, playahs, macks and G's
And you know you won't see 'em til about 2 thou'
Cause ya boy got washed with a faulty assed trial
But at least one day he gone be free
Some soldiers ain't never gonna see the streets
That's why I keep servin' game over my beats
So all my people, in and out, can straight feel me
Chorus
There is nowhere for me to run
Nowhere for me to hide from reality
But I don't wanna be a casualty
Of another tryna smother a brother just cause my salary
And dog, I tell ya that these times' so sick
That my sister's smoking dohja, 8 months pregnant
My brother bubble on the grind and he's way legit
Working on his third strike and he still won't quit
But I can't tell him nuttin' bout a salary job
So in order to get tha paper the boy gotta mob or sob
All will fall to the waistside
While the rollers overlook they wanna take lifes
Youngstas they gettin' raised off the T.V
Got white kids around the country wanna be me
And the way they point the finger ain't even shob
Television replace religion, now the gangsta's god
And old folks wonder why we so crazy
90 knuckleheads and 70 high babies
And can't nobody tell me that I'm wrong
Uncle Sam finding ways to fit computer chips in my dome
So I should ask before you slip
See it's higher than the ultimate trip
Chorus
You know, dedicated to DJ Cee, S-Double the Mac
Reach Ghetto Stardom
https://wn.com/Mac_Mall_Ghetto_Stardom
Lyrics:
Now when I just made 12 years old
My mama told me:'Baby boy, you know you gotta be strong
And even though they lead you wrong, stay on the right track
Cause it ain't no get right without some get back.'
Yeah, I heard that, but back then I didn't feel it
Cause I was rollin' do or die, tryna see me a ticket, just kickin'
G-block, I said I'll never leave
Even when the rollers chase me down til I can't breathe
Nigga freeze, who me? Oh, never that!
I'm hittin' fence after fence until I'm chillin' at my doormat
Like a mack I had to get away
Cause I'm a smooth operator, ask Shanda
But the rollers in the V is so shady
If they could, they would plan something on me
But really, them ain't the fools I gotta worry 'bout
Cause white folks goin' loced in the white house
And I doubt a republican or democrate
Gives a fuck about us young inner city blacks
It's a trap, Uncle Sam keeps cursing me
Rather have me in the pen than the university
Yeah, it's a shame but mane, that's how it is
So ya better peep game and try to lace ya kids
Cause it ain't no tellin' what's soon to come
When the punk president might drop the bomb
Got me all stressed out with my brain on numb
My little cousin asking me where dope come from
Chorus:
They try to tell us in the verses and the scriptures
But I guess the real message must have missed us
In '96 all my brothers and my sisters
Is on a mission, we're trippin' livin' senseless
Tell me, will I see the sun in days to come
Will blacks be the victors instead of victims
Or will my people keep killing over fuckin' crumbs
Pushin' dope just to reach ghetto stardom
If you ask Mac Mall who I'm voting for
I say:'Farrakhan' as I'm hittin' the bong
I .. to the swisher or the dohja spliff
Get elevated to another as I reminisce
About fresh candy paint and peanut butter tops
Young hustlers havin' paper, livin' top notch
And then the D-game straight decline
And all you Sawyer turf niggas makin' headlines
10 o'clock news or America's most
Unsolved mysteries, you better soak some dope
Then the judge starts droppin' the injuries
On all the gangstas, playahs, macks and G's
And you know you won't see 'em til about 2 thou'
Cause ya boy got washed with a faulty assed trial
But at least one day he gone be free
Some soldiers ain't never gonna see the streets
That's why I keep servin' game over my beats
So all my people, in and out, can straight feel me
Chorus
There is nowhere for me to run
Nowhere for me to hide from reality
But I don't wanna be a casualty
Of another tryna smother a brother just cause my salary
And dog, I tell ya that these times' so sick
That my sister's smoking dohja, 8 months pregnant
My brother bubble on the grind and he's way legit
Working on his third strike and he still won't quit
But I can't tell him nuttin' bout a salary job
So in order to get tha paper the boy gotta mob or sob
All will fall to the waistside
While the rollers overlook they wanna take lifes
Youngstas they gettin' raised off the T.V
Got white kids around the country wanna be me
And the way they point the finger ain't even shob
Television replace religion, now the gangsta's god
And old folks wonder why we so crazy
90 knuckleheads and 70 high babies
And can't nobody tell me that I'm wrong
Uncle Sam finding ways to fit computer chips in my dome
So I should ask before you slip
See it's higher than the ultimate trip
Chorus
You know, dedicated to DJ Cee, S-Double the Mac
Reach Ghetto Stardom
- published: 02 May 2015
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Young Nigga
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Young Nigga · Spice 1
Spice 1
℗ 1992 Zomba Recording LLC
Released on: 1992-04-14
Mixing Engineer, Producer...
Provided to YouTube by Sony Music Entertainment
Young Nigga · Spice 1
Spice 1
℗ 1992 Zomba Recording LLC
Released on: 1992-04-14
Mixing Engineer, Producer: SKI
Mixing Engineer, Producer: CMT
Composer, Lyricist: R. L. Green, Jr.
Composer, Lyricist: Shon Adams
Composer, Lyricist: Mark Ogleton
Recording Engineer: Pat Coughlin
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Young Nigga · Spice 1
Spice 1
℗ 1992 Zomba Recording LLC
Released on: 1992-04-14
Mixing Engineer, Producer: SKI
Mixing Engineer, Producer: CMT
Composer, Lyricist: R. L. Green, Jr.
Composer, Lyricist: Shon Adams
Composer, Lyricist: Mark Ogleton
Recording Engineer: Pat Coughlin
Auto-generated by YouTube.
- published: 26 Jan 2017
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