Foe Life

Mack Ten you know you rule hip-hop and

Ice Cube you know you rule hip-hop and

Mack Ten you know you rule hip-hop and

Wait a minute, that ain't how the West Coast rock, nigga!

Mack Ten 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 nigga swerve

It get's on my nerves, banked my Danas on the curb

In the gutta lane

I'm butta man

Foot to the flo'

What you want from the sto'

I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single

Comin' from Ingle' (Foe Life) is my jingle

Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her

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

Fool I'mma vet you can bet

That I can dance underwater and not get wet

It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap (yeah)

Everybody run when I bust a cap

Puttin' Inglewood up on the map (that's right)

Look at what I do when I pull my strap

Bust two rounds nigga about to clown

Bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down

Foe life, foe life

Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes

Khacki suit ski mask is my attire

With my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire

Fool where ya keep the rims and tires

'Fo yo' life expires I'm as nutty as Michael Myers

Didn't think about the Rottweiler

A lot of stiches 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 a contraband in my hand

Mack Ten take the stand, your Honor I'ma 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'mma have to say bitch get out the car slow

And leave ya fuckin' dough

Cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world

Let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl

Foe life, foe life

Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes

Call Nine-One-One there's a son of a bitch on the roof

Yarned up in his birthday suit

(Mack Ten to the rescue)

My momma wanna know why I do what I do

Cause I'm superman, superbad, supermad, superfly

Fool you can die

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

And I'm at home sewing stripes on

Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway

About to buck you down with this throw away

With no serial number it's the summer

Where niggas 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 ten paces

And try to guess the color of my shoelaces

Foe life, foe life

Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes

Foe life, foe life

Mack Ten comin' through the hood with stripes