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  • Текст песни Mac Mall - My Opinion

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    My name is young Mac Mall man, and this is my opinion
    And since I got your attention there's some shit I'd like to mention
    f**k them punk ass rollers them highway type of strollers
    Cause they be wanting to bust them big fat caps in ghetto souljas
    I guess they wanna fold us, but see we won't just have that
    Because I'm from the streets in '93
    and playas bust back
    I might just be a dead man
    Because I speak rebellion
    They ready did Malcolm X and Dr. King
    There ain't no tellin'
    The government they hatin me
    But still I pack .380
    Thats why I won't come back
    Uncle Sammy never paid me
    And today's the pay day
    I'm standing in the cuts f**kin it up with my AK-
    black brothas
    And since I'm stressed I'm on the quest to put them in their grave
    I'm trying to go to school but the system wasn't havin me
    Some say it's technicality but this is just reality
    In 1992 you know crazy I was feelin
    My name is young Mac Mall man and this is my opinion
    This is my opinion[x4]
    (Aww man, Mac Mall why you comin like that man?
    You know thats that shit man straight from the Crestside man
    You know they can't f**k with this man, uhhh thats that shit!)
    My name is young Mac Mall man and this is my opinion
    I had to set up shop, but it ain't rocks that I be dealin
    The ghetto type of feelin
    The drug money killin, I speaken playa styles
    It's gonna make me a million
    I'm tryin to burry happily but fools be wantin to cap on me
    Thats why I plant in my coat, its something dope
    It's gonna be a tragedy on your whole family
    So call them punk police, them little old pussies can't even handle me
    You might think I'm a criminal, but this is not subliminal
    I'm tryin to spit that knowledge to my folks but you don't hear me though
    Some might think I rock gang fuss, but all I want is justice
    And my chance to get on the mike and spit game to these hustles
    And if you like the realnes
    You might think this appealing
    (Haha, yea though nigga, thats that shit though
    You mothaf**kas need to hear the shit he spitting though
    But you don't hear it though, you just some little punk mothaf**kas man
    He spitting that real Crestside Sawyer Street playa
    Mothaf**kas I don't give a f**k kuz I'm hitting this shit man, haha,
    biatch biatch biatch!
    Cause now I got my chance, to speak my opinion freely
    They need to fit on blinders cuz these fools dont want to see me
    I'm poppin like a preemy, sometimes I wear a beanie
    Its on like that told ya cause that doja got me dreaming
    When fools be pimpatraten
    It's causin me frustration
    And there's no hesitation
    In a snitch assassination
    Mac Mall is just a youngsta, hustla, thugsta
    But if you fiend for dope ass raps, fool I'mma pluck ya
    And them mothaf**kas, them brothas
    Is from another planet
    They must don't understand it, how they take they life for granted
    So tell me, can you really f**k with this young buck?
    I take you on a ride in the trunk side up
    And with luck, maybe they can find ya, and sign ya
    Off as a loss cause you toss of my penis
    Breathing if you live, make dibs on the woodbox
    I be kicking tha rocks and shit, and don't sport the dreadlocks

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