My Opinion - Mac Mall

My name is young Mac Mall, mayne, and this is my opinion

And since I got your attention there’s some shit I would 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 already did Malcolm X and Dr. King

There ain’t no tellin'

The government they hatin me

But still I pack .380

That’s why I won’t put back

'Cause Uncle Sam, he never paid me

Soon as they try to fade, then today’s their pay day

I’m standing in the cuts fuckin' it up with my AK-

47 ways them black brothas won’t behave

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 how crazy I was feelin'

My name is young Mac Mall, mayne, and this is my opinion

This is my opinion

(Aww man, Mac Mall why you comin' like that, mayne?

You know thats that shit, mayne, straight from the Crestside, mayne

You know they can’t fuck with this, mayne;

uhhh, that’s that shit!)

My name is young Mac Mall, mayne 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 and killin'

I speak in a playa style, it’s gon' make me a million

I’m tryna live very happily but fools be wantin' to cap on me

That’s why up under my coat, it’s something dope

Then I be packin', G

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 tryna 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 hustlas

And if you like the realness

You might think this appealing

My name is young Mac Mall, mayne, and this is my opinion

This is my opinion

(Haha, yeah though nigga, that’s that shit though

You mothafuckas need to hear the shit he spitting though

But you don’t hear it though, you just some little old punk mothafuckas, mayne

He spitting that real Crestside Sawyer Street playa type shit, mayne

Mothafuckas.

I don’t give a fuck 'cause I’m hitting this shit mayne, haha,

biatch, biatch, biatch!)

'Cause now I got my chance, to speak my opinion freely

They need to fit on blinders 'cause these fools don’t want to see me

I’m poppin' like a preemie, sometimes I wear a beanie

It’s on like that told ya 'cause that doja got me dreamy

When fools be pimpatratin', 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 plug 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 tied up

And with luck, maybe they can find ya, and sign ya

Off as a loss 'cause you tossed of Carquinez

Bridge, and if you live, make dibs on the wood box

I be kicking the Rasta shit and don’t sport the dreadlocks

'pinion, 'pinion, Mac Mall, mayne, and this is my opinion

Opinion, opinion, my name is young Mac Mall, mayne, and this is my opinion

(Uh, Mac Mall, man, that shit is so muthafuckin' vicious, mayne.

You know that’s that pimp shit, mayne.

What’s up, mayne?

Could I be down with

the muthafuckin' SES Faculty, mayne?

Come on, man, take me to the Sawyer strip,

mayne.

I need some of that doja, mayne.)