Crestside 2 Fillmoe

[Mac Mall]

Uh, we in the Village!

We in the Village nigga!

[JT]

Figgaro-Messy Marv production

[Mac Mall]

It's Mac Mall, Baby Capone in the Crestside of the Valley-Jo, hooked up wit

my dogs from the Filthy-Mo!

[San Quinn]

An if you don't know about it, then ask yo hoe about it.

Cuz it's goin down nigga!

One time.

Two times.

[Verse 1: JT Tha Bigga Figga]

I slap some twinkies on my two-door Camaro

mucho dinero

traded a fuel injected carborator for a hottie 4-barrel

ship kits fo' Cam

break down the grams on the dash

put the 4, 15's wit the Floor Masters hangin out the ass

an we love to smash

back to back in Vett's and Jags

from the west coast California where them ol skools act bad

wit the rest of the fam strikin in hot Vogues an shit

quick to scratch up a playas pocket an keep on poundin this shit.

[Verse 2: Mac Mall]

Appear quiet, bust in my grill

young titan wit the toys concealed

big nuts an nerves of steel

got money to make

I'm bout to serve Francis Drake

pullin hundreds an toss the keys to LA

boss ballin in Green Bay

as the hood take brothas

under

we be countin crispy federal notes

cuz I ain't tryin to sell dope

in 2-triple-0

white folks knock my hustle

like I'm the mayor of the City Of Dope

me an my thugs hit the lobbies

looking like we'll smuther everybody

kamakazi bout this money don't try me

my cuddie

my cromies

in this, we the titans to meet

juss a day in the life of the elite

so don't hate me, hate the game

you hate it cuz you workin wit small change

Sucka who's to blame?

Matter fact don't answer that

you'll probably say some square shit an Mackin' Ass gon' have to put you on

your back

you can't touch me

you way to pussy

you besta come wit mo than some choppas to try an rush me

it's Mac Mall, Baby Capone

I hooked Vallejo wit the 'Mo an now we paper chasin outta control!

(Whoo! Whoo!)

[Chorus: JT Tha Bigga Figga]

By now you know the name (know the name)

done brought ya that "Game Recognize Game" ain't a thang changed

from the Crest 2 Fillmoe (Fillmoe)

we Mobb slow

in 3-C down bitch you know the rules hoe.

[Verse 3: San Quinn]

By know them niggas know

don't lose focus tryin to scope us

watch us like the rollas

get in closer wanna blow us

I'm the playa that don't play no games

keepin suckas out my range

you crooked to the game

feel the fire as I flame

every verse aimed at yo brain

the pencils in yo house ain't

you need to watch yo spouse mayne

she all in my mouth mayne

starring at my gold

she creep like a mouse mayne

juss thought I'd let you know

the falsified on dime

real G's kill 'em all

if you Mac'in keep it crackin like my nigga Jamal

if I fall

I bounce back like elastic

on bastards

through the "Total Recall"

on phony stars as we mash in

for hoes, it's hard to get at ya

we down cash advancements so fresh you'll figure fashion

crashin the cars

an dismatling marks

fake niggas wit no heart they get they ass ripped apart

we sharper than a needle, an I bust it wit my people

get leathal if I hit ya wit this sleeper

ain't too hard to reach ya

like a teacher seat ya in a corner like a dunce

cuz ya known as a clone and performer of them stunts

and I'm tired of givin warnings to punks

thinkin cuz we rappin, we about to front

you be the first to see a hearst chump

I know you don't want no funk

I see you niggas shakin

all up, up in this game

but you suckas fakin.

[San Quinn talking]

Yeah. I'm doing this for my homie Kareem.

It's ya nigga San Quinn, JT an Mac Ass Mall.

(Fa sho)

Fa all ya'll.

Bouncin in yo trunk it's this Yay Area bump.

Yeah you know what I'm talking about.

For all you niggas and you bitches.

Feel the dope to this realness.

For the 9-8 to the 9-9 to the year 2000.

[JT talking]

What, what?

We finna put it down. We put it down.

9-8, 9-9

Uh

9-8, 9-9

The year 2

2-triple-0.

A Figgaro-Messy Marv production.

Late night in the Laboratory.

Whippin it.

Puttin it down as usual.

Campaingin an maintainin.

Oh, it's goin down.

Uh, it's goin down.

Uh, an we out.

An we out.