Foe Life

Mack 10, nutty as they come

Leave 'em face down and numb from the waist down

It's a Sunday, a gun day, rollin' down a one way

In my 'lac front and back, over train tracks

On yak and herb, ****'s swerve, it gets on my nerves

Banked my Danas on the curb

In the gutter lane, I'm but a man

Foot to the flo', what you want from the sto'?

I'm broke as a motherfucker, ****, buy my single

Comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle

Seen your bitch at the sto' coulda took her

But **** start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker

Fool, I'm a vet, you can bet

That I could dance underwater and not get wet

It's the nappy headed **** that can kill and rap

Everybody run when I bust a cap

Puttin' Inglewood up on the map

Look at what I do when I pulls my strap

Bust 2 rounds, **** about to clown

Bitch, hit the silent alarm, it's going down

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10, comin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10, comin' through the hood with stripes

Khaki suit, ski mask is my attire

With my luck, cut my chucks on the barbed wire

Fool, where ya keep the rims and tires?

'Fore your life expires, I'm as nutty as Michael Myers

Didn't think about the Rottweiler

A lot of stitches in the ass, blood in the Impala

Sittin' in the county with a gold record

Ice Cube send me pictures of bitches naked

Caught with contraband in my hand

Mack 10, take the stand

Your Honor, I'm a changed man

So please let me go so I can flow

Got a show, had to ask my P.O., can I go?

And if he say no, I'ma have to say

Bitch, get out the car slow and leave your fucking dough

'Cause a **** gotta eat, fuck the world

Let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes

Call 911, there's a son of a bitch on the roof

Yarned up in his birthday suit

(Mack 10 to the rescue)

My mama want to know why I do what I do

'Cause I'm superman, superbad, supermad, superfly

Fool, you could die

There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on

And I'm at home, sewing stripes on

'Cause I'm a general, and you's a stowaway

'Bout to buck you down with this throw away

With no serial number, it's the summer where **** die

It's hotter than July

You better stay low fo' you get a halo

Plus wings and a gown when I come around

So take 10 paces

And try to guess the color of my shoelaces

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes