*(Khayree)*
 Check one  two.
 (Uh)
 Check  check one  two.
 Hot shit.
 (Oh yea)
 (Uh)
 Young Black Brotha hot shit.
 (What?)
 Uh huh uh huh uh huh uh huh.
 Confident One
 (Representin!)
 (Wha  what?)
 (Spit this shit for me than man)
 (This Mac Mall in here)
 (You feel me playa?)
 (Check this out)
 (I'm gon' let these niggas know what's really goin' on though)

 Chorus 2x *(Confident One)*

 Do people ever ask you why you smoke so much weed?
 Why yo pants saggin' while you sippin' Hennessy?
 Smashin a V-12 doin' one-sixty
 tryin to get this money so we in this bitch deep.

 Verse 1 *(Confident One)*

 Here's the reason why TC-1 don't give a fuck
 cuz niggas won't lend you a dime when you down on yo luck
 plus they buck
 when you up these hoolagan niggas 'll leave you stuck
 an if you as cold as starvin'
 nobody put a nickle in your cup
 reprehensible attitudes is what we dealin' wit
 an in this Millennieum we die
 from one stroke of our dick
 what a world
 when you ain't got nothin' they say "He ain't bout shit."
 An when you ball to often these niggas they want you to quit
 (stop, stop!)
 We up against all odds as we sippin' Hennessy
 avoidin' shady niggas
 quick to blast at racist police
 an to you money hungry bitches
 I won't even waste my time
 I give a fuck how fine
 I won't spend a fuckin' dime
 I'm tired of you niggas an yo repitious talk
 how you's a killa that stalks
 a pimp wit that walk
 let me shake my ashes as this THC ignites
 Khayree turn the beat up an pass the weed to fix your sight
 beware of them niggas who won't look you in yo eye
 smilin' all the time
 but in they heart is dispise
 check the blueprints
 study the (sclumatics??)
 learn the lesson
 an as you roll four deep in your whip my niggas here's the question.

 *(Chorus)*

 Verse 2 *(Mac Mall)*

 I wrote this fo' them inquiring minds
 who need to worry bout they own an stay the fuck outta mine
 punk niggas always whinin' an lyin'
 all on my mutha fuckin nuts
 juss like them chickens in the beauty salon, choppin me up
 suckas get so emotional
 when you ridin they hoe
 or when you ballin an they out there broke
 but I'd a seen niggas wit loot hatin on me too
 cuz I done
 treated they boo juss like a prostitute
 let her slide on my dick
 an she gave me ya whole script
 how much mail you workin wit
 an where ya hide them kicks
 but I ain't trippin off you trick, I'd rather spark me a spliff
 the white widow wit the Afghan-hashish mix
 bitches get so passionate
 when a nigga fuck the pussy
 steal the heart
 an take the chips an then dip
 an when you tell all your friends they like, "No he didn't!"
 an in yo face they might tell ya that Mac Mall ain't shit
 but that was one big mistake that was made by this chick
 see she told 'em how I fucked now her cousins my new bitch
 real mackin' hear me
 go on an crack the Henny
 go on an spark the Philly
 we goin' straight to the land
 now if I dropped ya on the track
 hit the block in a Lac
 when I see you later
 you besta have me a grand
 call me more than a playa
 fool I'm more like the coach
 runnin plays on the bench
 "Go deep young hoe!!"

 *(Chorus)*

 Verse 3 *(Mac Mall)*

 I show the world no mercy
 shall let no nigga serve me
 shall let no bitch disturb me
 she juss ain't worthy
 born in the game, forced to get my hands dirty
 an life is like a house party an I'm strapped
 plus perkin'
 always off the Roper
 you always see me loaded
 I always stay paid punk an all you marks can quote it
 I spit that true game
 an you been fiendin fo' it
 like every line is heir-on coated
 hip-hop an you own it!

 *(Chorus)*

 *(Mac Mall)*

 Deep, deep, deep!
 Fa sho.
 Let 'em know about it.
 Let 'em know about it, Mac Mall in this bitch nigga.
 Fa all my mutha fuckin folks
 What's up to my niggas out in Oakland.
 What's up to my mutha fuckas in Frisco.
 Fa sho.
 Uh-huh.
 My niggas out there in South Central.
 Watts!! What's up!!
 (Keep it poppin man)
 Yeah mutha fucka.
 Always, always keep it poppin. (Mac Mall)
 (Get that money so we in this bitch)

 *(Khayree)*

 Vallejo.
 I ain't forget you baby.
 I ain't forget you.
 Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.
 Uh. (Tryin' to get this money)
 We in here.
 Ferg!
 What's up baby!
 I'm comin' off a cold man.
 Hit these suckas wit some of this... super simple funk, one time ya know.
 Yeah sumpthin' for that trunk