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intro: [mac mall]

yeah though, it´s the m-a-c y´all
young m-a-c mall yaknow what i´m sayin´?
from the five-tre-five crew
str8 crestsider, (fa sure)
but i´m in the house wid my niggaaa,
big syke from thug lige bitch,
ya know what i´m sayin´?
and it´s going down like this...

verse 1: mac mall

wasted talent, wasted time, wasted minds
suckas givin´ up wid out trying
satisfied wid ya grind
farakhan lacin´ soldiers everyday but you blind,
ya best to beware, of this shit called minimum maximum
cause all the hustlas is catching ´em,
from crestside to l.a.
cutty niggas can´t dodge no case
should dodge the bullet, when it´s your face,
and i really don´t know wid the mell on the glow
but i fits to get it all before the two triple o
like feddie and big row,
hennessy so let´s toast for my peo-ples
and all the playas and pard-ners that ain´t here
for my factors and my folks wid a million years
wid no chance to appeal,
i know ya thinkin´ that it´s to real
but playboy this the shit when ya lust for skreel
but if ya get it... huh ya won´t look back
be a certified star wid ya own dope track
no tapes and cds, just zips and os
and a faulty fan club known as the po-pos
you won´t last long,
so for ya, grand finale
they ship ya ass off to the, fedaralies,
ya know....

hook: big syke

you got to use what you got,
and do ya best, no time to waste
don´t waste your talent life is full of stress

verse 2:

a one track mind on the street still sellin´ yay
advance and dance to romance the game everyday
some niggas do sixteen trife bringin´ wifes back
my homie caught four kis, body bags, fat sacks
how many ´vances can you get from the fools that you work wid?
how many chances you gon´ get, from niggas in yo click?
by any means for the greens is necessary
a stack off obituaries, and listen to cemeteries
wid a name in the street fame, mo´ game
wid out the dope game, cocaine, insane
how many lives can i live in this shit
money spent for ya blueprint laid by the government,
ghetto superstars yard rims made hard
pullin´ hoe cards from the block to the boulevard
checkin´ my traps gettin´ right wid my paper work
been in the corner on daytonas do a little dirt,
i lost locs through the city of angels
at the burial no star spangled
i got a new angle....

hook(2x)

verse 3: big syke

every corner i turn, brothers holdin´ on
what you waitin´ on?, don´t postpone, you gotta roll along
sometimes if ya crew ain´t true,
who´s catchin´ up on things already passed due,
look at jack big ten quarterback,
now he´s on crack he said he can´t turn back
how you gonna act when the future slaps you in yo face?
wish you was in another place, steady pace,
is how i´m going you ain´t knowin´ how it really is,
givin´ drugs to the thugs and the little kids
smokin´ sticks spendin´ time barely gettin´ by,
didn´t even try, to busy gettin´ high,
world don´t owe you, me or nobody else
it´s cold for sure, so do for self
let somebody else wonder and disbelieve
what you could achieve,
don´t waste your talent, like joe
a basketball pro,
he´ll only be a pro in the ghetto,
cause he prolong, still wrong procrastinated,
so many waited, they wasted they talent

hook(2x)