Foe Life Lyrics by Mack 10

Foe Life

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