Cuz I'm the Mack

You know these whodies be askin

Uni mack 10 can I be your bitch

Naw you can be my ho

I put you on a track

And bring me back all my cheese

Get on your knees

So I can smoke green leaves

Paper chase for me

They found dope in my show

Catch a case for me

Act faithful to your pimp

Like a P-I-T

Wool out

Don't let go to what you got

And don't come back short

Cuz you might get mopped

I'm a pimp

And hoes ain't shit without 'em

I use to fuck 'em

And forget about 'em

Now they bring me back major skrill

So I can stack 'til I peel

I can change for the good

As for now my man good

She's mine

Plus she's blind to the fact that I'm the Jacka

Mista, Calico packa

I have ta floss to be the boss

You just a black girl lost but she ain't in my game plan in some chalk

It's the Jacka, Mista Calico packa

I got the the major slice in a Acura

Imagine bein' brought

No clothes, no show

Gonna get high

But can't fade on the road

Fuck that!

I'd rather be the young sav on the track

Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes

'Cause I'm the mack

My momma raised me like a mack

So I stuck wit it

Tight you wanna remain wit yo Mrs.

Then keep them bitches out my side

Ain't havin' no joke on these hoes

**** from the start

I learned to break a hoes pockets

To break that young girl's heart

Evil whispers in my head

Tellin' me don't stop 'til I'm ballin'

You come back short wit yo cash

It'll be that ass that she crawlin'

Pimp on

But don't limit yourself to pimpin'

Scandalous women, youngster they suck their ways

In this game that'll get you paid

So I let the whispers guide me

Put the past behind me

'Cause the cash is blind

Fuck bein' broke

I got my town by the throat

Coughing up major doe

But it wasn't enough

Because the bomb I smoke

And the fluff I snow

Turned me into a killa

For the skrilla

Won't stop eatin', I got ten million dollars

Nine million acres

Plus a casino in Vegas

I'm 'bout the faces on the table

That's keepin' me in this shit

And it's real

Maybe if they kill another president

They make a three dollar bill

Must be the skrill

It's the Jacka, Mista Calico packa

I had the the major slice in the Acura

Imagine bein' brought

No clothes, no show

Gonna get high

But can't fade on the road

Fuck that!

I'd rather be the young sav on the track

Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes

'Cause I'm the mack

I had a problem with meetin' hoes

Who try to get over on me

Thinkin' just because apparently

Then we finna kick 'em down

Oh not me, not one-O

I break a bitch down

Wit a blow to the nose

'Cause I'm a savage

One night we wasn't careful

Parkin' lot pimpin'

And a fine ho was yellin' like a wyno

Was comin' at me like I'm a sucka

She must of thought that I was a busta

Comin' out the club

So I slugged her in her mug

"What's up blood"

A **** yelled hella loud

From out the crowd

Like he was fed up puttin' work for the skirt

I raised up my shirt

He told me hollow tips hurt

So back up jerk

'Cause you don't want me

Uni M-A-C

Man you don't want me

It's the Jacka, Mista Calico packa

I have the the major slice in the Acura

Imagine bein' brought

No clothes, no show

Gonna get high

But can't fade on the road

Fuck that!

I'd rather be the young sav on the track

Sellin' dope and pimpin' hoes

'Cause I'm the mack

'Cause I'm the mack

You know I'm the mothafuckin' mack

How many real macks you know ****

Ask yourself that question

And I bet you only know one

Check it out

My **** Rob Low on this tight ass beat

I don't give a fuck what nobody say

Can't nobody fuck wit it

I only know one real mack

I gotta say wussup to my **** O Federali

My **** S.L.O

My **** Young Uz

My **** from the L.O.B.