My Opinion

My name is young Mac Mall man, and this is my opinion
 And since I got your attention there's some shit I'd 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 ready did Malcolm X and Dr. King
 There ain't no tellin'
 The government they hatin me
 But still I pack .380
 Thats why I won't come back
 Uncle Sammy never paid me
 And today's the pay day
 I'm standing in the cuts fuckin it up with my AK-
 black brothas
 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 crazy I was feelin
 My name is young Mac Mall man and this is my opinion
 This is my opinion[x4]
 (Aww man, Mac Mall why you comin like that man?
 You know thats that shit man straight from the Crestside man
 You know they can't fuck with this man, uhhh thats that shit!)
 My name is young Mac Mall man 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 killin, I speaken playa styles
 It's gonna make me a million
 I'm tryin to burry happily but fools be wantin to cap on me
 Thats why I plant in my coat, its something dope
 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 tryin to 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 hustles
 And if you like the realnes
 You might think this appealing
 (Haha, yea though nigga, thats that shit though
 You mothafuckas need to hear the shit he spitting though
 But you don't hear it though, you just some little punk mothafuckas man
 He spitting that real Crestside Sawyer Street playa
 Mothafuckas I don't give a fuck kuz I'm hitting this shit man, haha,
 biatch biatch biatch!
 Cause now I got my chance, to speak my opinion freely
 They need to fit on blinders cuz these fools dont want to see me
 I'm poppin like a preemy, sometimes I wear a beanie
 Its on like that told ya cause that doja got me dreaming
 When fools be pimpatraten
 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 pluck 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 side up
 And with luck, maybe they can find ya, and sign ya
 Off as a loss cause you toss of my penis
 Breathing if you live, make dibs on the woodbox
 I be kicking tha rocks and shit, and don't sport the dreadlocks