My Opinion

My name is young Mac Mall man, and this is my opinion And since I got your attention there's some shit I'd like to mention Fuck them punk ass rollers them highway type of strollers Cause they be wanting to bust them big fat caps in ghetto souljas I guess they wanna fold us, but see we won't just have that Because I'm from the streets in '93 And playas bust back I might just be a dead man Because I speak rebellion They ready did Malcolm X and Dr. King There ain't no tellin' The government they hatin me But still I pack .380 Thats why I won't come back Uncle Sammy never paid me And today's the pay day I'm standing in the cuts fuckin it up with my AK- Black brothas And since I'm stressed I'm on the quest to put them in their grave I'm trying to go to school but the system wasn't havin me Some say it's technicality but this is just reality In 1992 you know crazy I was feelin My name is young Mac Mall man and this is my opinion This is my opinion[x4] (Aww man, Mac Mall why you comin like that man? You know thats that shit man straight from the Crestside man You know they can't fuck with this man, uhhh thats that shit!) My name is young Mac Mall man and this is my opinion I had to set up shop, but it ain't rocks that I be dealin The ghetto type of feelin The drug money killin, I speaken playa styles It's gonna make me a million I'm tryin to burry happily but fools be wantin to cap on me Thats why I plant in my coat, its something dope It's gonna be a tragedy on your whole family So call them punk police, them little old pussies can't even handle me You might think I'm a criminal, but this is not subliminal I'm tryin to spit that knowledge to my folks but you don't hear me though Some might think I rock gang fuss, but all I want is justice And my chance to get on the mike and spit game to these hustles And if you like the realnes You might think this appealing (Haha, yea though nigga, thats that shit though You mothafuckas need to hear the shit he spitting though But you don't hear it though, you just some little punk mothafuckas man He spitting that real Crestside Sawyer Street playa Mothafuckas 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 freely They need to fit on blinders cuz these fools dont want to see me I'm poppin like a preemy, sometimes I wear a beanie Its on like that told ya cause that doja got me dreaming When fools be pimpatraten It's causin me frustration And there's no hesitation In a snitch assassination Mac Mall is just a youngsta, hustla, thugsta But if you fiend for dope ass raps, fool I'mma pluck ya And them mothafuckas, them brothas Is from another planet They must don't understand it, how they take they life for granted So tell me, can you really fuck with this young buck? I take you on a ride in the trunk side up And with luck, maybe they can find ya, and sign ya Off as a loss cause you toss of my penis Breathing if you live, make dibs on the woodbox I be kicking tha rocks and shit, and don't sport the dreadlocks