Verse one: {lil ya}

Twenty seven twelve that's where I dwell
But you had to have heart to be down
From the start cuz a nigga didn't play
That hoe shit if you got jacked you had to
Strap and that's a rap bitch
Cuz gees are gees and youngsters are hustlers
You come up in the third bein a buster
Cuz if the capital ya found out about you nigga
I have to take yours to make mine bigger
And you can go get yo boys and they better come correct
Cuz I got ks and Im a put yo ass in check
You like a pussy cat comin up in the wood
Tryna survive in my motherfuckin hood

Chorus: {bridge/lil ya & yella boy}

{lil ya}
Its the mac from the motherfuckin hood yall
Its the mac from the motherfuckin hood

{yella boy}
Im sick and tired Im sick and tired
Of these bitches playin with me
Im from the three you better respect unlv

Verse two: {yella boy}

Daddy used to laugh till I bought the park fast
Started off with opportunities I achieved real fast
At the park aint no joke I started movin quarters
Like a baller people watchin it's my dog
So he aint callin Im bout puffin as i
Choke to the chronic smoke
You see me comin you hear the music
Joggers walkin by Im still drivin twenty-four seven
Around the fuckin block my nigga
Lil ya spittin game at you dog hoes
Fuck what you wearin don't trip of them dog hoes
Them boys at mac he down with them so it's all good
Im with tec-9 we be with macs up to no good

Chorus: {2x}

Verse three: {lil ya}

Its the mac and Im back on solo tip
I never fell in love and I never got pussy broke
Pimpin up on bitches on my block
From my hood and kept up the keys
You know Im doin good started workin with
Twentys now I flipped it to a half
Now Im a quarter bird you bitches can't laugh
So give me credit and stop tryna playa hate
Gettin jealous never talk about me in my face
Talkin behind my back Im a fuck you
Bitches up real good cuz Im a fool from the three
The mac fat from the motherfuckin hood

Chorus: {2x}