Crestside 2 Fillmoe

*(Mac Mall)*<br><br>Uh, we in the Village!<br>We in the Village nigga!<br><br>*(JT)*<br><br>Figgaro-Messy Marv production<br><br>*(Mac Mall)*<br><br>It`s Mac Mall, Baby Capone in the Crestside of the Valley-Jo, hooked up wit <br>my dogs from the Filthy-Mo!<br><br>*(San Quinn)*<br><br>An if you don`t know about it, then ask yo hoe about it.<br>Cuz it`s goin down nigga!<br><br>One time.<br>Two times.<br><br><br>Verse 1 *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*<br><br>I slap some twinkies on my two-door Camaro<br>mucho dinero<br>traded a fuel injected carborator for a hottie 4-barrel<br>ship kits fo` Cam<br>break down the grams on the dash<br>put the 4, 15`s wit the Floor Masters hangin out the ass<br>an we love to smash<br>back to back in Vett`s and Jags<br>from the west coast California where them ol skools act bad<br>wit the rest of the fam strikin in hot Vogues an shit<br>quick to scratch up a playas pocket an keep on poundin this shit.<br><br>Verse 2 *(Mac Mall)*<br><br>Appear quiet, bust in my grill<br>young titan wit the toys concealed<br>big nuts an nerves of steel<br>got money to make<br>I`m bout to serve Francis Drake<br>pullin hundreds an toss the keys to LA<br>boss ballin in Green Bay<br>as the hood take brothas<br>under<br>we be countin crispy federal notes<br>cuz I ain`t tryin to sell dope<br>in 2-triple-0<br>white folks knock my hustle<br>like I`m the mayor of the City Of Dope<br>me an my thugs hit the lobbies<br>looking like we`ll smuther everybody<br>kamakazi bout this money don`t try me<br>my cuddie<br>my cromies<br>in this, we the titans to meet<br>juss a day in the life of the elite<br>so don`t hate me, hate the game<br>you hate it cuz you workin wit small change<br>Sucka who`s to blame?<br>Matter fact don`t answer that<br>you`ll probably say some square shit an Mackin` Ass gon` have to put you on <br>your back<br>you can`t touch me<br>you way to pussy<br>you besta come wit mo than some choppas to try an rush me<br>it`s Mac Mall, Baby Capone<br>I hooked Vallejo wit the `Mo an now we paper chasin outta control!<br>(Whoo! Whoo!)<br><br><br>Chorus *(JT Tha Bigga Figga)*<br><br>By now you know the name (know the name)<br>done brought ya that "Game Recognize Game" ain`t a thang changed<br>from the Crest 2 Fillmoe (Fillmoe)<br>we Mobb slow<br>in 3-C down bitch you know the rules hoe.<br><br><br>Verse 3 *(San Quinn)*<br><br>By know them niggas know<br>don`t lose focus tryin to scope us<br>watch us like the rollas<br>get in closer wanna blow us<br>I`m the playa that don`t play no games<br>keepin suckas out my range<br>you crooked to the game<br>feel the fire as I flame<br>every verse aimed at yo brain<br>the pencils in yo house ain`t<br>you need to watch yo spouse mayne<br>she all in my mouth mayne<br>starring at my gold<br>she creep like a mouse mayne<br>juss thought I`d let you know<br>the falsified on dime<br>real G`s kill `em all<br>if you Mac`in keep it crackin like my nigga Jamal<br>if I fall<br>I bounce back like elastic<br>on bastards<br>through the "Total Recall"<br>on phony stars as we mash in<br>for hoes, it`s hard to get at ya<br>we down cash advancements so fresh you`ll figure fashion<br>crashin the cars<br>an dismatling marks<br>fake niggas wit no heart they get they ass ripped apart<br>we sharper than a needle, an I bust it wit my people<br>get leathal if I hit ya wit this sleeper<br>ain`t too hard to reach ya<br>like a teacher seat ya in a corner like a dunce<br>cuz ya known as a clone and performer of them stunts<br>and I`m tired of givin warnings to punks<br>thinkin cuz we rappin, we about to front<br>you be the first to see a hearst chump<br>I know you don`t want no funk<br>I see you niggas shakin<br>all up, up in this game<br>but you suckas fakin.<br><br><br>*(San Quinn talking)*<br><br>Yeah. I`m doing this for my homie Kareem.<br>It`s ya nigga San Quinn, JT an Mac Ass Mall.<br>(Fa sho)<br>Fa all ya`ll.<br>Bouncin in yo trunk it`s this Yay Area bump.<br>Yeah you know what I`m talking about.<br>For all you niggas and you bitches.<br>Feel the dope to this realness.<br>For the 9-8 to the 9-9 to the year 2000.<br><br>*(JT talking)*<br><br>What, what?<br>We finna put it down. We put it down.<br>9-8, 9-9<br>Uh<br>9-8, 9-9<br>The year 2<br>2-triple-0.<br>A Figgaro-Messy Marv production.<br>Late night in the Laboratory.<br>Whippin it.<br>Puttin it down as usual.<br>Campaingin an maintainin.<br>Oh, it`s goin down.<br>Uh, it`s goin down.<br>Uh, an we out.<br>An we out.