Lirik Lagu From The Streetz - Mack 10
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ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghettoTurn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin
This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pro'sTriple O.G.'s with the hot six fo'sGo fast ballers, bangin six gearsThree time felons with the tattooed tearsFor all the homies out there that cook it up goodDistributin so up they project a neighborhoodWhether it's Peruvian or Ghetto DWon't you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for meI'm from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propersReal criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblersPuttin down thousands till there ain't nothin leftcause real street riders, let em roll to the deathI like fly shit so I scramble for the payRather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anydayWas down with the truce in nine-deuce though I lootedIt's the Y2K and I'm still khacki-suited, what you thought?
From the streets, from the streets, from the streetsTell em where I'm from!From the streetsI represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come
I'm like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toysPlus them automatic things to make the pop noisefor haters that resent me, they jealous evidentlycause I flow through the city in a drop top BentleyBut hustlas like me, just stay to the grindPay you no mind and keep the safety off my nineI ain't worried about you busters, we ain't scared to killI was beastin before rap, I'm a street nia for realSo check my resume and tell me what it sayI'm the same Mack from the block known for pushing yayI claim the turf and bang the hood from a b.g.Now I'm eight figures up, and when you see me it's TVMack ain't getting caught up in charged with murder oneWhen you got loose you don't do it, you simply get it doneNow who wanna test and try push around MackGet this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh??
Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic pissSee I'm insane bangin Inglewood city kidsIf rap fail today I'm back to cuttin chunksPushin work through the hood from down South to the BronxNan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrillsOnly MC with skills but not an MC with killsAnd when the four kick I smash the letter pay the noteEverybody say hoe if ya love mack one-ohKillas on my payroll's a chain of commandbut my neighbors don't know; think I'm a family man, haI know sometime they wonder when the six four dragginHair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants sagginEvery room in my house stay flooded with heatLivin in the hills but I still got tied to the streetAin't shit about me change worldwide, I'm respectedI'm Hoo-Bangin now but I'm still well connected, you know??
This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pro'sTriple O.G.'s with the hot six fo'sGo fast ballers, bangin six gearsThree time felons with the tattooed tearsFor all the homies out there that cook it up goodDistributin so up they project a neighborhoodWhether it's Peruvian or Ghetto DWon't you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for meI'm from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propersReal criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblersPuttin down thousands till there ain't nothin leftcause real street riders, let em roll to the deathI like fly shit so I scramble for the payRather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anydayWas down with the truce in nine-deuce though I lootedIt's the Y2K and I'm still khacki-suited, what you thought?
From the streets, from the streets, from the streetsTell em where I'm from!From the streetsI represent where I'm from and I'm nutty as they come
I'm like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toysPlus them automatic things to make the pop noisefor haters that resent me, they jealous evidentlycause I flow through the city in a drop top BentleyBut hustlas like me, just stay to the grindPay you no mind and keep the safety off my nineI ain't worried about you busters, we ain't scared to killI was beastin before rap, I'm a street nia for realSo check my resume and tell me what it sayI'm the same Mack from the block known for pushing yayI claim the turf and bang the hood from a b.g.Now I'm eight figures up, and when you see me it's TVMack ain't getting caught up in charged with murder oneWhen you got loose you don't do it, you simply get it doneNow who wanna test and try push around MackGet this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh??
Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic pissSee I'm insane bangin Inglewood city kidsIf rap fail today I'm back to cuttin chunksPushin work through the hood from down South to the BronxNan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrillsOnly MC with skills but not an MC with killsAnd when the four kick I smash the letter pay the noteEverybody say hoe if ya love mack one-ohKillas on my payroll's a chain of commandbut my neighbors don't know; think I'm a family man, haI know sometime they wonder when the six four dragginHair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants sagginEvery room in my house stay flooded with heatLivin in the hills but I still got tied to the streetAin't shit about me change worldwide, I'm respectedI'm Hoo-Bangin now but I'm still well connected, you know??
