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, half an hour, i'm there, she's mine, plus she's blind to the fact that i'm the jacka, mista cali co 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 cali co 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, cuz 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, nigga 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, youngsta they suck their ways, in this game that'll get you paid, so i let the whispers guide me, put the past behind me, cuz the cash is blindin' me, fuck bein' broke, i got my town by the throat, coughing up major doe, but it wasn't enough, beacuse 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'll make a three dollar bill, must be the skrill, i had a problem wit meetin' hoes, who try to get over on me, thinkin' just because i, then we gonna kick 'em down, oh not me, not one-o, i break a bitch down, wit a blow to the nose, cuz 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 mugg, "what's up blood", a nigga yelled hella loud, from out the crowd, like he was fed up puttin' work for the skirt, i'm raisin' up my shirt, he told me hollow tips hurt, so back up jerk, cuz you don't want me, uni m-a-c, man you don't want me, cuz i'm the mack, you know, i'm the muthafuckin' mack, how many real macks you know nigga, ask yourself that question, and i bet you only know one, check it out, my nigga 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 nigga o federali, my nigga s.l.o. my nigga young uz, my niggas from the l.o.b, my nigga bishop, what's goin' down