(Juss woke up  head hurt...)
 (Coughing)
 Sorry Ike  I was only tryin to help you
 You? Tryin to help Ike?
 (Mack 10)
 Snatchin the bitches in the headlock
 It's that nigga the M A C 1 0 and Dre Dog straight doggin
 Punk bitches we be hoggin
 It's me that nigga that post in the corner with a dunce hat
 But fuck that
 These hoes got a nigga on skitzo so Dre Dog  get way back
 And I be, that nigga I-K-E, and we know who you gonna play
 So sit back and be O.J.
 For now, we gonna plot and premeditate this murder
 I heard a nigga say that you can't fuck with Ike Turner
 So I'm gonna be that nigga who put these hoes out
 Blacked out, locced out
 Ready to go all out
 And rip a heffa's grill out
 So spill out your brains bitch, all over the carpet
 I was in the market, you got caught as a target
 Now fuckin mine you see the eye of me and you say gansta
 Gangsta, that's what they be yellin for me
 That nigga I-K-E nigga aka murder
 That nigga Ike Turner
 Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
 You? Tryin to help Ike?
 Sorry Ike, I was only tryin to help you
 You? Tryin to help Ike?
 (Mac 10)
 Stirrin, yeah I'm gonna stir this shit like coffee
 You hoes that wanna be bossy can't ball Mac cause I will off the
 Like skill kill blood will be runnin off the table
 The black bald headed captain's back so now you got to prey for
 Your life as you look into the face of M-A-C
 But you don't see me you juss see the M-I-R-A-G-E of me
 And my ax as i crizack your back
 For fuckin with the Mac, you dirty ass rat
 See, I could be a good guy
 I'd rather be a bad guy, and look deep in your izeye
 Before I see you dizeye
 You can fetch a dolla, I love when I hear hoes holla
 And they choke, from my hands around they collar
 The Graveyard is back and, I'm in all black and
 My eyes all bloodshot, cause death got me locked
 So, I'm ready to snap and, Dre can't hold me back and
 Cause I'm too far gone nigga too far gone
 My baby mama hates me, I choked her till she couldn't breath
 And tightened up, until I seen her nose bleed
 I told you on Dre's album choke em until they color switch
 Juss call me (cleana man, love to see your body twitch
 I'm a crazy lunatic man, a murder man
 But you can juss call me Mac 10
 So don't cross me cause you will be offed G
 Dre and Mac 10 nigga gone out the dark
 (Dre Dog)
 I be that nigga that be the mothafucka here
 The mothafucka there
 Knock a Tina out and have her sleepin like a bear
 In the winter, you lookin for the dragon then enter
 I'm warning ya, slapping you like President Abaloneya
 So now, this indo got me snappin like an alligator
 Take her up and down like a mothafuckin elevator
 Serve em, I gotta get the mothafuckin money (right)
 Then hit em with the force of a car crash dummy
 These hoes will have a muthafuckas heart on cold
 Stoppin mothafuckas like 4th and goal
 And on 4th and goal, I'm legit for the blitz
 But I'm gonna set up in the middle for an LT hit like bam
 Bitch you think I give a God damm?
 Breakin backboards on 180 jams
 You little heffa, I'm breathin down your mothafuckin neck
 With reactions like a black hero Vietnam vet
 Upset, like you lost a fuckin million dollar check
 To a heffa who's name was tattooed on his neck