Illegal Business? - Mac Mall

Sometimes I sit alone and seek into my thoughts

Thinking about the game and how much cocaine is bought

By these fucking fiends, so instead of going broke

I had the cot to pop, so watch a youngster go loc

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 the strip 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 cuddies 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 block

Selling hella rocks, ain’t thinking about getting caught

It’s enough for man start to notice the come-up

It’s just a matter of time before the first nigga run up

I said, 'It's cool man we out here for peace

We ain’t tripping off y’all niggas cause there’s money in these streets'

But word on the turf is, for funk, these niggas ready

Cause they telling all the fiends me and my cuddies sell Betty

I’m mad as fuck so they task me to get my mask

Drive past and bust a cap up in a nigga ass

This is how it went down where they at I’m curious

I’m rubbing on my gat, the gin got me delirious

I see him in a circle in a crowd rolling dice

Shit was nothing nice how I took my life to vice

BOOM BOOM, tricks duck and realize I’m capping

Couple of fools to the ground, they found out what happened

It ain’t no stop for what I do for my riches

I’m watching niggas catching hot ones, screaming like bitches

And they going to wonder what is this

An 'eye-for-a-mother-fucking-eye' when I’m doing illegal business

(KRS-One: Illegal business controls America) *scratches*

And after the funk, I think I best’a pack heat

Cause fools be getting smoked on these inner city streets

About a week later, man, these fools want vengeance

I was kicking it up on the block 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

Nathan really happened, just some capping and a casualty

A smoked-out fiend on the block, 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 bucked him

Now it seems the rollers want to stop me, want to jock me, always hanging

around my block, G

And they got my boy stressing especially when they took me down for questions

But I said a little drama, saying that my grandmama live out here I came out

just to see her

And now I know I got to get ghost tho

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 grab the Glocks, the maps, and the uzi machines

But can’t forget the .380

So watch a young ass nigga 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 grindin' spot

Saw five punk fools in the parking lot

They didn’t understand how we drop the top

So a fool tried to run, so we shot

And as soon as we tried to get up out of there

Saw the rollers and cars and coppers, man, everywhere

That’s what we get, fucked up on a hit

Gotta stay on your motherfucking toes when you’re doing illegal business

So now I’m chilling like a mother fucking villain in a jail cell

Post bail cause my attorney knew the judge well

So the state sent the D.A.

to get me

The rollers ran in my house and found a half-a-ki'

My lawyer said, 'If things don’t go as planned

They could send a nigga 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 in your residence

The 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 gotta think of a plan

Don’t want to be washed like Tide

Pay off the D.A.

and now he’s on my side

So on the first day of court I sit there like a mac and watch the D.A.

fuck up the facts

At the end of the trial the judge sentenced me to 4, huh

But I’m only doing 2 tho

Just some time to get my game straight

And figure out where I’m gon' be relocating

Don’t trip cause I will be out in a few

So look me up in a ghetto near you

Doing straight illegal business