[Verse 1]

I been seeing crack rock, since the age of thirteen

out the same crack spot to the same damn dope fiends

burnt up glass and the coke screens

you know that balled up cash where that dough cream

hit the block before the birds start chirpin'

scope the set before I serve one person

in between cars, never out in the open

I don't trust vans and I hate black suburbans

crack that I'm servin', pure buck tour, nigga

uncut raw, nigga. I don't fuck with bake

I don't never get stuck with weight

open shot, every smoker wit' a straight, brush my gate

you ain't makin' no dough 'cause you stretchin' your shit

fuck tryin' to make more, dog, I'm stressin' to flip

keep smokers on them red caps, stressin' to hit

dope fiends with they hair back, catchin' they drip

I'm tryin' to show you where the bread at. You catchin' my drift?

but I see where your head at, you stressin' to bitch

give me that hot plate and pyrax pop

shit, I'll show you how to fire that rock, supply that block

pee pop set up shop, wit' a half a block

lock down half the block

turn that half a block to other half his' block

then I'll lock down the other half a block....



[Verse 2]

I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background

never put my straps down, nigga

this is Mack Town, nigga

ask around, bitch nigga I never was

kept leather gloves and the 38 tar snub

on the real, ya niggaz don't know me

don't get found in the lake wit' eight shots like Kobe

it's the Gouch, what you talkin' bout homie?/  

I'll make your bus stop short like Gary Coleman

"I got more pots and strips then you..." (I make it hot)

"....niggaz won't even sell nicks to you." (not a rock)/  

I spit phrases that'll thrill you

I got gats wit' clips wit' lasers that'll kill you

got myself an uzi brother, nuzi two nines

these thugs gon' getcha (getcha), slugs gon' hit cha

"I got more gats and tecs than you..." (I'll make it hot)

"... niggaz won't even stand next to you" (I tear the rock)

when I clap down, back down your wack friends

for that "Cash Money," pull out "Mack 10's"

intro tef, I'm twenty-two (uh)

you dudes ain't worth it, keep them funny jewels (whoa!)........



I'm so street like asphault

I spit shit like my ass talk, dog, it's Mack Mittens

don't make me raise up and put my hands on you

??a house sellin raids nigga, I'll put my grams on you??

man, I'm so fuckin' deep in the game

got one foot to the street, the other feet to the fame

I'm seesaw, tryin' to balance shit out

until then, I got a six gon' silence shit out

wanna make the transition, from the street to the fame

but I can't let it weaken my game, man listen

picture Mac flippin' like a transmission

little nickels, wit' slick fifty's tryin' to stick me

knowing one shot from a glock could stop my injured block

so I quickly move, oars like Jiffy Lube

never-had-it niggas and half the fact that niggas

snortin'-magic niggas or the court rattin' niggas