maniac in the brainiac

Lyrics

, in every game, we gotta have the brains and the muscle, the game and the hustle. to be real on these streets, so here you have it, the brainiac, ice cube, with the maniac, mack 10, yay-y-yay!, while ya'll niggas think about the pape, i think about which titanic i'm a sink, the iceberg, with the nice words, i slice verbs and predicets, ghetto etiquette, y'all better get, this dime-mega shit, the braniac, the theory be conspiracy, keep my eye on the birdie, but never get my hands dirty, verbally call the maniac and his attack dogs, signing contracts with automatic jack clause, i get full of their shit and take flight on these niggas, 'bout to show these so-called, wig-splitters and nigg-hitters, who the man be, and what the number one clique is, let my nuts hang on these busts, and hoes see how big my dick is, maniac mack 10 always keep the heat toted, and teflon tips keep the.44 loaded, straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime, now we connected, he said, "mack, when you westsidin' and ridin' is expected", so i. maniac with brainiac, mack 10!, you do the drivin', while i do the jackin', maniac with brainiac, mack 10!, my nigga if you plot it, best believe i got it, and it's on. feel the chrome, you in the stargate, trying t'escape, it's not an option, got torture techniques for them lies, don't ever lie, just put the car in drive, we can go ride- get this money, determined as the energized bunny, make a left, underground parking, guns start sparkin', atf enemies all around start chargin', tryin' to fuck up my new suit and my weekend, ask me what you want, you bitch! i ain't speakin', shit, i gives a fuck what the next nigga think, gives a fuck how much bitch you say you ain't, it's like this on mine, potna, by all means, i got the ball, so it's your life, not mine nigga, so you make the call, now, i can blow your brains out, punk and act the fuckin' fool, or you can hand your guns over, and let everything be cool, but know this: i won't hesitate to peel your wig back, i'm off that wet-bomb and the whole fifty yak, it's mack the maniac, nigga, what's the plan? everything thought out, everything bought out, like bill gates, my niggas love steel weights, i'm still great, after 12 muthafuckin' years, i your ass after 12 muthafuckin' beers, i act kind to my peers and everybody that listen, they know when the brainiac's missin', the big fish, hanging with the chicken hawk, got all the haters, claimin' that they wanna talk, you argue with 'em and negotiate, and i really wanna kill 'em, i'm tired of the bullshit, man i really wanna peel 'em, dog, i knew they were scareless, 'cause my brother snoop told us, so fuck the money and the dope that they punk-ass owe us, now when i see 'em, it ain't no question it's all the way on, but i'm a wait in front of they momma house, for that one nigga to get home, and when i gun, watch his body jump, and it's all going to amaze me, to see his own self, layin' there with his own brains on the pavement, and it's on. keep takin' 'til it's gone, and it's on. feel the wrath of the chrome, wessiiide!, ice cube the brainiac, mack 10 the maniac