Foe Life Lyrics

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 muthaf**ka nigga buy my single
comin` from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle
Seen yo` bit*h 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
bit*h 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 bit*hes 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
bit*h get out the car slow
and leave ya f**kin` dough
`cause a nigga gotta eat f**k the world
let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl

Chorus

Verse 3

Call 911 there`s a son of a bit*h 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