Mack mutha$#&@in 10
Back up in ya witta'nother mutha$#&@in gangsta hit
But this time 1-0 Productions givin the mutha$#&@in punch

Wit my ^!$$%s, my new ^!$$%s:
AllFrumThaI
Run it, Squeak


[Verse 1: Squeak Ru]
It's like 24/7, 365

How ot stack them dollars, that was on my mind
Gots to get this rap %#@! tight
That's why I write and $#&@ [up everything ?] on the mic

I wanna filthy rich and when I pitch
Game at a (*##$, she couldn't rock my dick
Seven digit bank accounts and we bounce

Weed by the pound, $#&@ a ounce
I'm mashin petrol thru the ghetto
$#&@ the metro, ^!$$% got the bankroll and wouldn't buy Benzo

Gettin paper is a habit, I want it lavish
!@%&, if it's there I gots to grab it
So God, please, can you make me famous

I wanna stack a big head from earth to Ur !@#*
Got to combine these rhymes for the grind
It's time, I can't keep the paper off my mind


[Chorus:]
I wanna fill my cup to tha rim

Tell me long will it take for me to stack my paper
I'm tryna stay down because I'm Inglewood swangin
AllFrumThaI til I die, we hoo-bangin


[Verse 2: Binky Mack]
Now tell me who can fade us

Breakin off from Inglewwod to Vegas
Rub ya [???] around my stack ,shakin up the crap
Game, really don't matter what the hustle

So my [shrink ?] get [???] again wit a little muscle
Tap on the do' to see if ya home
Better [ask ?] or me and my dogs is thru the window

Gots to fill my cup by any means
Necessary pullin my strap cuz you bustas is scary
Hustle and dreams, now is hustle at any means

Me and my ^!$$% on some hustlin schemes
Got ^!$$%s hoes takin me shoppin, it's only poppin
And it won't be no stoppin, I'm droppin

Rhymes on that $$#, hoes checks they cash
Cuz when it comes to a broke (*##$
^!$$%, I pass and when women wanna wine and dine

Mack 10's bought the Benz off the [lac] I'll be tellin (*##$es it's mine

[Chorus]


[Verse 3: Squeak Ru]
A ^!$$% wanna stack him a million

Have a house away from the average civilian
(Fo' do ???), (???) entourage
20 mutha$#&@ers when we mob

Live [in plusses ?] by his custom [get ?] that's the %#@!
Put the hood down, now my ^!$$%s got grip
Havin money is a scheme, American Dream

A ^!$$% from the ghetto livin like a king
And at night my appetite is right
I like the big MD shine in the light--twisted

A hundred [???] make a ^!$$% pow
I wish the homies in the pen could see me now
Westside!!!


[Chorus]