Mac

Mac - Be All You Can Be lyrics

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[Silkk] [Fiend]
 Yo  it's ya boy Silkk. Hey  hey. (?) Know what I'm sayin?
 I got Fiend and Mac in here. These soldiers  warriors
 Know what I'm sayin? And survivors know but
 We're in serious times.

 [Chorus   Fiend]
 I said all our soldiers in the streets
 Life ain't always guaranteed
 (There's no guarantee)
 Some of this aimed for you and me
 But it's a ghetto war
 So be all you can be

 [Fiend]
 That's why your big brother Fiend gon holler
 And I really meant, I don't wanna be here if I don't gotta
 Not tryin to discourage, a lotta
 But look in my eyes
 Even though we camouflaged I can't disguise the pain we got
 inside
 That's why I ride all night
 Smokin till I can't smoke no more
 Wanna forget some of the shit we saw
 With that old dirty four oh
 Wanna give money to the poor folk
 But got one eighty and one quarter
 Splitin that three ways
 That's between my momma, sister and her daughter

 [Chorus] X 2

 [Mac]
 This life shit is way so serious
 Don't wanna question you Lord, but I'm so curious
 I sleep amongst killers I don't know who to trust
 I meet beucoup bitches and now it's cool to fuck
 I made it from nothin to havin little change
 Now niggas in my hood they look at me strange
 I live for the moment cuz I'm afraid of my future
 Don't let me die, oh Lord why
 I look myself in my eyes and I see why thugs cry
 Shell shocked, I get that from my pops
 And he told me keep it cocked, so I keep it cocked
 Life is but a dream and we all seein
 And if seein is believin, don't wake me up this evening
 Woah!

 [Chorus] X 2

 [Silkk]
 All I know, is I don't wanna go
 But I don't wanna be here either
 If I gotta be here killin and sellin dope
 The world is a ghetto
 And I be wonderin if y'all could be feelin my pain
 Tryin to put it down the best way I know how
 When I'm gone y'all can remember my name
 If I die tomorrow, don't be sorry
 Let it be known I told the truth
 And never know what's gon happen when I'm done rappin
 Doin my song, in this booth
 And if I die, tell P he keeps my legacy alive
 My chance was slim
 And if it had to happen, let it be known
 I'm glad it happened to me, instead of them
 Now desperate times call for desperate measures
 Ain't no pleasure in killin
 Ain't no pleasure either in going without feedin for weeks
 Have you ever had that feeling?
 No guarantees, Lord please, can't bring back the past
 Can't buy time either, so I guess what's the use of havin cash?
 And look now, penitentiary's packed
 With niggas who had dreams to be rich
 Man spend a little bit, have a little something
 Dead men can't spend shit
 I'll trade some of this money for this pain
 Trade some of this money for this fame
 P nigga you think it's easy dog
 But it ain't cuz I been with you throughout this game

 [Mo B Dick]
 I thought we could flip keys together
 I thought we could make g's together
 Now I know what's going on
 I gotta make these dollars all night long
 I thought you saw the bigger picture
 How could you betray your closest nigga?
 How can I ever trust you again?
 Tell me, man

 [Silkk]
 Yo Fiend, yo Mac.
 It's real.
 Gotta be able to do it.
 So many niggas wanna see you fall dog.
 We gon ball y'all, for real
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