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letra de you delinquent - mack 10

voice: what the f-ck?
mack: i’m tired of playin’ with yo’ -ss n-gg- today you gone die.
voice: aaaagh agh

[mack]
i went from inglewood to h-town tryin’ to put the hustle down
but i could already tell these b-tch n-gg-s wanna clown
like i’m the new jack of the city but i ride like nina roll
& i can see now one eighty seven got to be the penal code
i’m fed up that’s it that’s all f-ck that get it get it
& since he bullsh-tted & ran with it
a murder must be committed
now the kidnap got to go down
in other words i got to steal him
then put the pistol to his grill &
c-ck the hammer back & kill him
[face]
we finna (get him) & once we (get him)
gotta make a statement
he f-cked the family
man to respect ’em we gotta waste him
no hesitatin’ heat him up & leave him on the pavement
then find his momma so she can help us find her baby
n-gg- are you crazy?
we don’t bullsh-t when it comes to payday
they f-ck with face they
don’t let me catch you on the highway
or in public places we dumpin’ on ya like that
n-gg- you delinquent we on yo’ -ss like that

chorus
you delinquent m-th-f-cka give up the pink slip
we got to kill who you drink with
we got to blast who you think with
a money murder
a money murder
we got to hurt ya
we got to hurt ya

[face]
caught his -ss slippin’ at a parkin’ lot
red dot marks the spot
i’m trippin’ on how hard he got
he got some b-tches in the front seat smilin’
when asked about the paper he owe he kept drivin’
paid us no mind & hit the corner in the 5.0
dippin’ disrespected pimpin’ mack 10 trippin’
loadin’ up the stainless .44 grip &
the trigger off his finger finna start clickin’
[mack]
aww f-ckain’t that a b-tch
this n-gg- actin’ like i’m some type of sucka
i’ll tell you what face you drive
when i blast this m-th-f-cka
done took my last weed crop money
so you know we through g
dog i been around too many hogs
to let a punk n-gg- do me
i give a f-ck what you claim
where you from & who you know
n-gg- touch my dough fa sho
ya get a blow from the .44
so let his neck go brad
it ain’t no need to choke the n-gg-
just close ya ears & get back homeboy
i’m finna choke the trigga

[face] aiight there he go
there that b-tch go
come on come on let’sgo
heyn-gg-let’sgon-gg-let’sgon-gg-let’sgo

chorus

[mack]
if a rider need his heat ’cause it’s cold outside
we gets money worldwide & we stay down to ride
so i stuff the clip of the .45 cause i gotta survive
& the n-gg-s that’s jive they end up dead on the rise
all p-ssy & sh-tty victims of the hoo bang committee
when mack & face get down it’s like a polinity
straight rulers of the city hit the stick & now we bent
& blowin holes in what you think with
of n-gg-s that’s delinquent

[face]
hey so when a n-gg- shoot you nine man,
a n-gg- gon need to get that money, whati’msayin’?
when a n-gg- shoot you half a bird,
a n-gg- gon need to get that money.
n-gg- wadn’t bullsh-ttin’ when he fronted it to you.
so don’t bullsh-t when it come to payin a m-th-f-cka.
aiight? you delinquent.
can i get my m-th-f-ckin’ ends n-gg-?

chorus

we got to get you for that dollar bill (2x)
we got to get you for this dollar bill
we got to get yo’ -ss dollar bill
a money murder
a money murder
we are going to hurt you n-gg-.
a money murder
a money murder (give it up)

- mack 10

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