"Khayree..." "What's up?"
"...Drop some dope on these fools."
My name is young Mac Mall, mayne
And this is my opinion
And since I got your attention
There's some shit I would like to mention
Fuck 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 already did Malcolm X
And Dr. King, there ain't no tellin'
The government they hatin' me
But still I pack .380
That's why I won't put back
Cause Uncle Sam, he never paid me
Soon as they try to fade me
Then today's their pay day
I'm standing in the cuts
Fuckin' it up with my AK-
47 ways them black brothas won't behave
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 how crazy I was feelin'
My name is young Mac Mall, mayne
And this is my opinion
This is my opinion, this is my opinion
This is my opinion, this is my opinion
(Aww man, Mac Mall
Why you comin' like that, mayne?
You know thats that shit, mayne?
Straight from the Crestside, mayne
You know they can't fuck with this
Mayne, uhhh, that's that shit!)
My name is young Mac Mall, mayne
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 and killin'
I speak in a playa style
It's gon' make me a million
I'm tryna live very happily
But fools be wantin' to cap on me
That's why up under my coat
It's something dope, then I be packin', G
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 tryna 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 hustlas
And if you like the realness
You might think this appealing
My name is young Mac Mall, mayne
And this is my opinion
This is my opinion, this is my opinion
This is my opinion, this is my opinion
(Haha, yeah though nigga
That's that shit though
You mothafuckas need to
Hear the shit he spitting though
But you don't hear it though
You just some little old punk mothafuckas
Mayne, he spitting that real
Crestside Sawyer Street playa type shit
Mayne, mothafuckas
I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm hitting this shit
Mayne, haha, biatch, biatch, biatch!)
Cause now I got my chance
To speak my opinion freely
They need to fit on blinders
Cause these fools don't want to see me
I'm poppin' like a preemie
Sometimes I wear a beanie
It's on like that told ya
Cause that doja got me dreamy
When fools be pimpatratin'
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 plug ya
And them mothafuckas, 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 fuck with this young buck?
I take you on a ride in the trunk tied up
And with luck, maybe they can find ya
And sign ya, off as a loss
Cause you tossed of Carquinez
Bridge, and if you live
Make dibs on the wood box
I be kicking the Rasta shit
And don't sport the dreadlocks
'Pinion, 'pinion, Mac Mall, mayne
And this is my opinion, opinion, opinion
My name is young Mac Mall, mayne
And this is my opinion
(Uh, Mac Mall, man
That shit is so muthafuckin' vicious, mayne.
You know that's that pimp shit, mayne.
What's up, mayne?
Could I be down with the
Muthafuckin' SES Faculty, mayne?
Come on, man
Take me to the Sawyer strip, mayne.
I need some of that doja, mayne.)