My name is young Mac Mall man, and this is my opinionAnd since I got your attention there's some shit I'd like to mentionFuck them punk ass rollers them highway type of strollersCause they be wanting to bust them big fat caps in ghetto souljasI guess they wanna fold us, but see we won't just have thatBecause I'm from the streets in '93and playas bust backI might just be a dead manBecause I speak rebellionThey ready did Malcolm X and Dr. KingThere ain't no tellin'The government they hatin meBut still I pack .380Thats why I won't come backUncle Sammy never paid meAnd today's the pay dayI'm standing in the cuts fuckin it up with my AK-black brothasAnd since I'm stressed I'm on the quest to put them in their graveI'm trying to go to school but the system wasn't havin meSome say it's technicality but this is just realityIn 1992 you know crazy I was feelinMy name is young Mac Mall man and this is my opinionThis is my opinion[x4](Aww man, Mac Mall why you comin like that man?You know thats that shit man straight from the Crestside manYou know they can't fuck with this man, uhhh thats that shit!)My name is young Mac Mall man and this is my opinionI had to set up shop, but it ain't rocks that I be dealinThe ghetto type of feelinThe drug money killin, I speaken playa stylesIt's gonna make me a millionI'm tryin to burry happily but fools be wantin to cap on meThats why I plant in my coat, its something dopeIt's gonna be a tragedy on your whole familySo call them punk police, them little old pussies can't even handle meYou might think I'm a criminal, but this is not subliminalI'm tryin to spit that knowledge to my folks but you don't hear me thoughSome might think I rock gang fuss, but all I want is justiceAnd my chance to get on the mike and spit game to these hustlesAnd if you like the realnesYou might think this appealing(Haha, yea though nigga, thats that shit thoughYou mothafuckas need to hear the shit he spitting thoughBut you don't hear it though, you just some little punk mothafuckas manHe spitting that real Crestside Sawyer Street playaMothafuckas I don't give a fuck kuz I'm hitting this shit man, haha,biatch biatch biatch!Cause now I got my chance, to speak my opinion freelyThey need to fit on blinders cuz these fools dont want to see meI'm poppin like a preemy, sometimes I wear a beanieIts on like that told ya cause that doja got me dreamingWhen fools be pimpatratenIt's causin me frustrationAnd there's no hesitationIn a snitch assassinationMac Mall is just a youngsta, hustla, thugstaBut if you fiend for dope ass raps, fool I'mma pluck yaAnd them mothafuckas, them brothasIs from another planetThey must don't understand it, how they take they life for grantedSo tell me, can you really fuck with this young buck?I take you on a ride in the trunk side upAnd with luck, maybe they can find ya, and sign yaOff as a loss cause you toss of my penisBreathing if you live, make dibs on the woodboxI be kicking tha rocks and shit, and don't sport the dreadlocks
