(Notorious B.I.G. sample) x2. It's the ones that smoke blunts wit cha. See ya picture. Now they wanna grab the guns and come and get cha. Chorus:. Niggas in da street ain't right. Every other day I keep strugglin' to keep my life. And I never know when I gotta go so I stay strapped. Cause niggas they don't know how to act. Mack Daddy:. It's Monday night and I'm out. Chillin' with my girl top down. 500 SL pumpin' some sounds. Now me I'm in Versace from my head to toe. Lookin' for a place to go. So I can spend my dough. I found a spot jumped out. My girl was hot no doubt. And that was all I heard these bustas talkin' about. Now I ain't payin' no attention to this high school skit. And I ain't even tryin' to fight over this here dip. I kept walkin' but all they did was follow. Tryin' to flex. Talkin' about ym girls titties. And the jewels around my neck. Now I can feel a confrontation bout to jump on off. And I can see these little bustas. Tryin' to play me for soft. I heard "stick up stick up get down and don't look up. Nigga give me all your money and your jewels cause you're stuck". I said "What?" Fightin' back hit my mind. But it's a waste of time cause I ain't got my nine. And these.... Chorus x2. Daddy Mack:. Now I done did all this work. So I can be the man. Fresh to def twenty grand in a black sedan. Not knowin' I done had some homies watchin'. Steady clockin' plottin' to put da drop on me. Cause I'm flossin' hit the streets left and right. Sittin' swoll lookin' for me a party that