Illegal Business? Songtext
von Mac Mall

1: Mac Mall]
Sometimes I sit alone and seek into my thoughts
Thinking about the game and how much cocaine is bought
Bodies fucking fiend so instead of going broke
I had to [?...] watch a youngster go locc
I hit the fucking strip like a savage
Sell after sell now I am living kind of lavish
I ain′t no high roller but on a steady rise
And this stip is getting crowded so a youngster had to strive
I'm only on the first fucking level of the game
Me and my cuddies on the ave selling caine
Thinking about the day that my business will excel
But I need more fiends, more product, more mail
So me and my cuddie plan on a move
To the other side of town where the caine flow is cool
It was kind of smooth how we hit they fucking blocc
Selling hella rocks ain′t thinking about getting caught
Then some other man started to notice the come-up It was just a matter of time before the first [n****] run up
I said 'it's cool man we out here for peace...
We ain′t tripping off yall [n****s] cause there′s money in these streets'
But word on the turf is fuck [?...] cause me and my cuddies sell [?...]
I′m mad as fuck so they task me to get my mask
Drive past and bust a cap up in a [n****a] ass
This is how it went down where they at I'm curious
I′m [?...] on my gat the [?...] I be delirious
I see him in a circle in a crowd rolling dice
Shit was nothing nice how I took [?...]
BOOM BOOM
Tricks duck and realize I'm capping
Couple fools to the ground they found out what happened
It ain′t no stop for what I do for my riches
I'm watching [n***as] catching hot ones screaming like bitches
And they going to wonder what is this
An 'eye-for-a-mother-fucking-eye′ when I am doing illegal business


2: Mac Mall]
And after the fuck I think I best pack heat
Cause fool be getting smoked in these inner city streets
About a week later man these fools want vengeance
I was kicking it up on the blocc and heard a ′40 Chevy engine
This must be the hit so now I run for cover
Mad as fuck cause these fools want to get me on the under
Nothing really happened just some capping and a casualty
A smoked out fiend on the blocc he used to work for me
Shit was kind of sick about the fiend man I say fuck him
He tripping off the rocks that he had that's why they [?...] him
Now it seems the rollers want to stop me, want to jock me, always hanging around my blocc G
And they got my boy stressing especially when they took me down for questions
But I set a little drama saying that my grand-moma live out here I came out just to see her
And now I know I got to get ghost thou
Cause I don′t want the po-po to kick down my door
So before I leave I got a trick up my sleeve
I rather [?.] and the uzi machines
But can't forget the 380
So watch a young ass [n***a] go crazy
I found out who was calling the shots
Knocked on his front door
BOOM
Now that′s one mother fucker popped
Went to his [?...] spot
Saw five punk fools in the parking lot
They didn't understand how we [?...]
So a fool tried to run so we shot
And as soon as we tried to get up out of there
Saw the roller and cars and cops man everywhere
That′s what we get fucked up on a hit
Got to stay on your mother fucking toes when you're doing illegal business

3: Mac Mall]
So now I'm chilling like a mother fucking villan in a jail cell
Post bail cause my attorney knew the judge well
So the state sent the [District Attorney] to get me
The rollers ran in my house and found a half a [kilo]
My lawyer said ′if things don′t go as planned...
They can send a [n***a] down for straight life man'
So I blame it on society
Cause if life would have been better for me I wouldn′t slang D
But that's beside the point
Think about my case as I fire up the doja joint
My lawyer called and said forget about the rocks at your residence
A junkie just turned ′state evidence'
DAMN and now I′m in a real shock
Because a fiend that used to work for me hooked up with the cops
I got to think of a plan
Don't want to be watched like [?...]
[? Paid off?] the DA and now he's on my side
So the first day of court I sit there like a mac and watch the DA fuck up the facts
At the end of the trial the judge sentences me to 4, huh
But I′m only doing 2 [years] thou
Just some time to get my game straight
And figure out where I′m going to relocate
So don't trip cause I will be out in a few
So look me up in a ghetto near you
Doing straight illegal business