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Hood Mac

Hood Mac

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Verse one: {lil� ya}

Twenty seven twelve that�s where I dwell
But you had to have heart to be down
From the start cuz a nigga didn�t play
That hoe shit if you got jacked you had to
Strap and that�s a rap bitch
Cuz gee�s are gee�s and youngsters are hustlers
You come up in the third bein� a buster
Cuz if the capital ya found out about you nigga
I have to take yours to make mine bigger
And you can go get yo boys and they better come correct
Cuz I got k�s and I�m a put yo ass in check
You like a pussy cat comin� up in the wood
Try�na survive in my motherfuckin� hood

Chorus: {bridge/lil� ya & yella boy}

{lil� ya}
It�s the mac from the motherfuckin� hood y�all
It�s the mac from the motherfuckin� hood

{yella boy}
I�m sick and tired I�m sick and tired
Of these bitches playin� with me
I�m from the three you better respect unlv

Verse two: {yella boy}

Daddy used to laugh till I bought the park fast
Started off with opportunities I achieved real fast
At the park ain�t no joke I started movin� quarters
Like a baller people watchin� it�s my dog
So he ain�t callin� I�m bout puffin� as i
Choke to the chronic smoke
You see me comin� you hear the music
Joggers walkin� by I�m still drivin� twenty-four seven
Around the fuckin� block my nigga
Lil� ya spittin� game at you dog hoes
Fuck what you wearin� don�t trip of them dog hoes
Them boys at mac he down with them so it�s all good
I�m with tec-9 we be with mac�s up to no good

Chorus: {2x}

Verse three: {lil� ya}

It�s the mac and I�m back on solo tip
I never fell in love and I never got pussy broke
Pimpin� up on bitches on my block
From my hood and kept up the keys
You know I�m doin� good started workin� with
Twenty�s now I flipped it to a half
Now I�m a quarter bird you bitches can�t laugh
So give me credit and stop try�na playa hate
Gettin� jealous never talk about me in my face
Talkin� behind my back I�m a fuck you
Bitches up real good cuz I�m a fool from the three
The mac fat from the motherfuckin� hood

Chorus: {2x}