Foe Life Lyrics by Mack 10

Foe Life Lyrics

    Verse 1

    Mack 10 nutty as they come
    Leave 'em face down
    And numb from the waist down
    It's a sunday a gun day
    Rollin' down a one way
    In my 'lac front and back
    Over train tracks
    On yak and herb nigga swerve
    It get's on my nerves
    Banked my danas on the curb
    In the gutta lane
    I'm butta man
    Foot to the flo'
    What you want from the sto'
    I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single
    Comin' from ingle (foe life) is my jingle
    Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her
    But niggas start to handcuff they hoes like t.j. hooker
    Fool i'ma vet you can bet
    That i can dance underwater and not get wet
    It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap
    Everybody run when i bust a cap
    Puttin' inglewood up on the map
    Look at what i do when i pull my strap
    Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown
    Bitch hit the silent alarm it's goin' down

    Chorus

    Foe life foe life
    Mack 10 comin' through the hood with stripes
    (repeat)

    Verse 2

    Khacki suit ski mask is my attire
    With my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire
    Fool where ya keep the rims and tires
    'fo yo' life expires i'm as nutty as michael myers
    Didn't think about the rottweiler
    A lot of stiches in the ass
    Blood in the impala
    Sittin' in the county with a gold record
    Ice cube send me pictures of bitches naked
    Caught with a contraband in my hand
    Mack 10 take the stand
    Your honor i'ma changed man
    So please let me go so i can flow
    Got a show had to ask my p.o. can i go
    And if he say no i'ma have to say
    Bitch get out the car slow
    And leave ya fuckin' dough
    'cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world
    Let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl

    Chorus

    Verse 3

    Call 911 there's a son of a bitch on the roof
    Yarned up in his birthday suit
    (mack 10 to the rescue)
    My momma wanna know why i do what i do
    'cause i'm superman superbad supermad superfly
    Fool you can die
    There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
    And i'm at home sewing stripes on
    Cause i'm the general and you's a stowaway
    'bout to buck you down with this throw away
    With no serial number it's the summer
    Where niggas die
    It's hotter than july
    You better stay low fo' you get a halo
    Plus wings and a gown when i come around
    So take 10 paces
    And try to guess the color of my shoelaces

    Chorus with ad libs 'til end

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