Freestyle - Mack 10 Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

[Ice Cube] 

Aiyyo, this is Ice Cube the Don Mega. Don't worry about your time zone, get 

your grind on. 60 Minutes of Funk, Volume 3. Final Chapter, yeah, ya-ay! 

[Funkmaster Flex] 

Aight, my man Mack 10 gettin ready to lace all this. 

[Mack 10] 

Yo, check it, let the games begin 

It's all to the good, bust out to the NYC from Inglewood 

We can all get down, have loot, and get licked 

So fuck the bi-coastal beef and bullshit 

It's the nigga that you know is gun-ho 

Mack one-O, I bust bad bitches in pairs, never one hoe 

With ?tips? for the real niggas to make it thorough 

Much love to the East Coast ghettos and the boroughs 

Like E.F. Hutton, they listen when I'm speakin 

Poor white trash, black niggas, to Puerto Ricans 

Mack wanna blast when the index itches 

Plus I use it to finger bitches and hit switches 

Check the menu, you need it, I got it 

Everything, hit records to narcotics 

Its all about the dough, rain, sleet or snow 

And the first fool to cross me catch the four-four 

Then the phats on ?bun?, surprise you with that one 

And whoever don't like it, fuck em and eat a fat one 

The to homies in the pen, I'll send you a kite 

Cause its time for the real niggas to unite 

Like Funkmaster Flex, you know its all about figures 

We showed each other love so now Flex is my nigga 

I remember the day, if it was good you never fought it 

No matter where you were from if it was bumpin you bought it 

From East to West Coast, its all the same 

Its either run the dope game, or do the rap thang 

Mack 10 keep it gangsta, all the way tight 

Two heats on my hip, left and right for the fight 

So with that hoo-bangin life 

[Funkmaster Flex] 

Y'knaw mean, cause that's the way we keep it moving, baby. 

[Ice Cube] 

Yeah, Ice Cube, my man Funkmaster Flex, my man Mack 10. It don't stop, The 

Final Chapter. You know how we do it. 

[Funkmaster Flex] 

I still ain't havin it, motherfucker. Aight, look out for that! Aight? Drop 

that, don't miss it. I'm tired of nigas frontin on me, a lot of nigga frontin 

on me. Be-atch! Aight.