From Tha Streetz Lyrics - Mack 10

[Mack 10] 

Yo, this one goin out to everybody in every ghetto 

Turn it up and just so we accusin make sure it bumpin 

This is for the straight thugged-out, the low ride pro`s 

Triple O.G.`s with the hot six fo`s 

Go fast ballers, bangin six gears 

Three time felons with the tattooed tears 

For all the homies out there that cook it up good 

Distributin so up they project a neighborhood 

Whether it`s Peruvian or Ghetto D 

Won`t you bust down a kid and sell a ounce for me 

I`m from the ghetto so the hoodrats gettin propers 

Real criminals, robbers and the pit bulls squabblers 

Puttin down thousands till there ain`t nothin left 

cause real street riders, let em roll to the death 

I like fly shit so I scramble for the pay 

Rather hustle homeboy, then gangbang anyday 

Was down with the truce in nine-deuce though I looted 

It`s the Y2K and i`m still khacki-suited, what you thought? 

[Chorus: Mack 10] 

From the streets, from the streets, from the streets 

Tell em where I`m from! 

From the streets 

I represent where I`m from and I`m nutty as they come 

[Mack 10] 

I`m like them Hot Boys, got Cash Money and hot toys 

Plus them automatic things to make the pop noise 

for haters that resent me, they jealous evidently 

cause I flow through the city in a drop top Bentley 

But hustlas like me, just stay to the grind 

Pay you no mind and keep the safety off my nine 

I ain`t worried about you busters, we ain`t scared to kill 

I was beastin before rap, I`m a street nia for real 

So check my resume and tell me what it say 

I`m the same Mack from the block known for pushing yay 

I claim the turf and bang the hood from a b.g. 

Now I`m eight figures up, and when you see me it`s TV 

Mack ain`t getting caught up in charged with murder one 

When you got loose you don`t do it, you simply get it done 

Now who want to test and try push around Mack 

Get this rap shit twisted and get your dome pushed back, huh?? 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Mack 10] 

Back to them O.G. gangsta for life critic piss 

See I`m insane bangin Inglewood city kids 

If rap fail today I`m back to cuttin chunks 

Pushin work through the hood from down South to the Bronx 

Nan they trip if they want to and get cheap thrills 

Only MC with skills but not an MC with kills 

And when the four kick I smash the letter pay the note 

Everybody say hoe if ya love mack one-oh 

Killas on my payroll`s a chain of command 

but my neighbors don`t know; think I`m a family man, ha 

I know sometime they wonder when the six four draggin 

Hair braided, tatted up and I wear my pants saggin 

Every room in my house stay flooded with heat 

Livin in the hills but I still got tied to the street 

Ain`t shit about me change worldwide, I`m respected 

I`m Hoo-Bangin now but i`m still well connected, you know?? 

[Chorus 2X] 

[vocoder outro] 

From the streeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeooooooooooooo 

From the streets..