Caught Up Lyrics - Mack 10

[Chorus: sample] 

Some people get caught up 

Some try and get rolled up 

Some people... [x9] 

[Ol' Dirty Bastard] 

Ol' Dirty kickin' your ass.. 

The things that you learnt in class is trash 

You can't do nothin' wit' it, I put you in the past 

You broken motherfuckers, shut the fuck up 

I do it 'til you bad luck and head gets plucked 

The only thing on your brain is to give me this cash 

Stay out of my business 'cause I'm takin' your tash 

This struggle on the ming, non of why'all bring 

I got why'all in.. flavouring 

[Chorus x2] 

[Mack 10] 

I seem to fuck about a bitch or a crooked ass cop 

I'm a burst that, it's dealin', the hustle don't stop 

I got stones and hairone, ecstasy and weed 

Meth, imphetamine, sherm, sticks and speed 

Pay it high wid, dope is all I got to give 

I'm a ghetto nigga dog so I get it how I live 

Got money, lock 'em off, fuckers still I got drama 

Got two strike dog and five baby mamas 

With new strain I maintain, I'm ready and willin' 

to keep change on niggas brains to keep the blood spillin' 

I hate it but it ain't complicated, it's real simple 

Fuck with me and know you get a hole in your temple 

I ain't gonna play you niggas, I'ma slay you niggas 

Don't take but a few figures and a few new triggers 

Mack 10 livin' legend, every West coast rhymin' 

Straight hoo bangin' gangsta and all rhymin' sodom, it's bad 

[Chorus x2] 

[Royal Flush] 

Shut up, let me talk for a minute, a lot of bull shit on my mind 

Dealin' with crime, a lot of why'all dealin' wid rhymes 

Stuck on the grind, crackheads cookin' my pies 

Startin' off on the 1-2-5, the block's mine 

Bucket the spine, DH tryna tap my line 

Stop my producitons, want to know my money discussions 

Who I roll wid, "buy so many cars is he legitin' of my dick" 

It didn't matter when I ain't have shit 

They done watch me in helicopters, parklin' in my crib 

All I want to feed is my kids, no time to do a bid 

Feel me, I forced the whole guns a while for my ones 

Didn't sell drugs, where the money come from? 

No school, no job, no bitch, no food, fuck that 

Do what I do to make my shit true 

And I make it hard on them boys who blew they cats charges 

If I go to jail you know I'm blowin' on the Sergeants