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Mack 10

The Guppies

 

The Guppies

(album: Based On A True Story - 1997)


The guppies dup dup dup
[Repeat dup dup dup x3]

[Verse 1: Cube]
It's a feeding frenzy
with guppies all around the edge
nigga if you tryna get fed you in the red
eat you up, beat you up
If that don't work heat you up
Now you wearing white (punk)
smelling like Fahrenheit
Niggas, fleas, ticks and parasites
tryna get a crumb off the turntable
Stick your nose in my bowl it's fatal
you Kane I'm Abel
Nigga you know we checking quotas and dollars
nigga you no the pecking order we follow
saying that we got to holla, if I can quote you
But the king of the jungle never meet with the vultures
never been a sucker never been fake (never)
Never tried to make all I can make (never)
Represent my niggas 'til the bow breaks
but haters hate we can eat steak by the lake.

[Chorus]
The Guppies dup dup dup [x4]

[Verse 2: Mack]
What a beautiful day, clear blue skies
my murder ones block sunrays from my eyes
Twisting triple gold so I gotta pack heat
Lay the titanium and flame up the street
down the boulevard with my hand on trigger
fools hitting me up like who is that nigga
Ruuff ruuff you know who it is
Mack 10 punk top dog in showbiz
I cocks the revolver ready to start gatting 'em
but what I look like set tripping and I'm platinum
I hesitates put down the trey eight
keep pushing to the hood
make sure my folks is straight
Outta control a nigga balling like Shaq
gave my momma money and slid the homies sacks
And it's like that about the bank wad
the more cheese ya got the more killas on ya squad
for the guppies

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Cube]
Okay we hollered fake as hugs check my wallet
driving to the crib make sure no nigga followed
Called up the mighty one O (what you wanna do)
turn these bitch niggas to snow (how many 1 or 2? It's on you)
Westside battle cry my alibi first class
hella high when you die
I'm changing standard time with the yuppies
but fuck them to and you
you asking who (Mack starts at 'The Guppies')
Brought Mack Manson back to life
I kill niggas without a gun or a knife
I gave the order is he dead? (yep) enough said
and all my followers got W's on they forehead
Murderers and they kill on command
walk around like zombies with Techs in each hand
For Mack and the Don wet you up like neon
freeze you like freon you fucking peon
The Guppies

[Chorus]
[bubbles]
[Chorus]
Eat you up.

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