Mathemathics

Mack 10

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    [Mack 10]
    Every time I get my hands on
    I try to make you dub, with my chips wouldn't stack
    Than man I wouldn't hustle
    I'm legal dog - I got the same desert eagle dog
    When birds fly out of my hands
    And to my people dog - Ya understand
    The white man can't fuck with me
    I Hoo-Bang in the streets Hoo my company
    Papered up beyond mother fucker's belief
    A millionaire patrolling the city streets
    See the flames burning in my eyes mother fucker?
    Cause if you sleep on it you get these dreams mother fucker
    I ain't the one like I said, ";I want it all";
    And like my Conrads, time to wake up and ball
    Call shots, have it ready - soft and rocked
    Let all my neighbor hood fiends
    Come to scrap all the pots
    Let my little B.G.'s run the hood spots
    And if it's funked than my killers come to shut down the block

    [Mack 10 (Chorus)]
    If I throw a chicken up and that bitch start flipping
    Nigga that's mathematics
    Over here we bloodin' and crippin' - Hoo banging and dippin'
    Nigga that's mathematics
    I got legal money in my account and dirty money under my mattress
    Nigga that's mathematics
    With my super bad bitch and my house on the hill
    I can add it up for real all because of mathematics

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    [Mack 10]
    I work for mines - let my work, work for me
    I make my ends - my friends buy their work from me
    Money is me - that folding on those switches is me
    Went out on the seat and out with all those bitches is me
    I make money while I'm sleeping
    Cause money don't sleep - money is up seven days of the week
    Three-sixty-five if you grind than it pays
    I don't mind as long as your one-o is straight
    Put some bread on this plate plus a little rate
    That I give mines with a

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    Composition: B. Thomas

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