Cold Sweat

[Intro]
We've got a hot one for you
Yeah, it's Mac Mall, comin' at you again with another one of those crazy hectic raps, you know what I'm sayin'?
So, uh, strap yourself in and, uh, soak some dope
Who put this thing together? Me, that's who
Who do I trust? Me
Hey, fuck you, man

[Verse 1]
Now, I was strikin' in the cut, 15's bumpin'
While I'm rollin', hoes buggin', but niggas keep on muggin'
Stopped at the phone 'cause this one hoochie beeped me
Talkin' about she wanna get a player from the Faculty
I said, "Check it out, baby, I'm sessin' the most
And I've been doin' it since the '80s and it ain't said to boast"
She said, "It's cool, I'm doin' a little babysittin'
So pick me up in ten minutes 'cause I'm quittin'"
Hung up the phone and it's on, preparin' for the date
But first go get my gat 'cause this ho might be a snake
I'm rushin' to her house doin' way past 50
Had the locks on my sock, Trojan too small to fit me
I'm feeling hella juiced, or maybe it's the E&J
I saw the bitch house so I parked in the driveway
Got out the load and saw a gang of niggas staring at me
But they didn't know the Erk & Jerk had me trigger-happy
Went in the house and saw the bitch up on the telephone
She hung it up and said, "Mac Mall, let's get this party on"
She lookin' nervous, man, this bitch got me hella shocked
It's somethin' smellin' hella fishy but it ain't the yacht
Reach for my Glock, and just to my surprise
Some fools run up in the house, about four or five
I grabbed my gat and busted a cap to get 'em up off of me
The fools fell, rush to the load, and now I'm Audi, G
So I sit and plan up on they homicide
I busted a cap up in the bitch, she took me on a ride
So I chill and wait 'til the next day
Creep real slow then I go through the back way
I see her sleeping with the fool who was the mastermind
Open the window and I jump through with my 9
I put the gat to her dome as I pulled the trigger
And all I heard was the screams of that punk-ass nigga
I didn't know that the motherfucker woke up
I had blood on my face, then I loced up
See, he didn't know I had suicidal tendencies
'Cause the fool want to try to see the end of me
Looked at his head and it was red from the electric sight
I heard him say, "Don't shoot me", then I took his fuckin' life
Then I took his fuckin' life

[Interlude]
(I know you gonna dig this)
Yeah, this KSES radio station
And at this previous moment, you're listenin' to Sleep Dank
And right about now, we gon' roll Mac Mall ass back in
Come on in, motherfucker
(Now here's my plan)

[Verse 2]
About that time, his boys musta heard the shooting, man
Because I fell when the gat was still in my hand
I got up outta there and rushed to the fuckin' cut
I'm feelin' pain in my shoulder, man, what the fuck?
I looked down and saw a gang of blood on my clothes
And straight wounds from some motherfuckin' gauge holes
I'm tryna drive but I feel like I'm finsta faint
And all I saw was a pole and I went blank
I wake up feeling hella noid in a steady panic
I'm at the crazy house labeled schizophrenic
In a straitjacket looking at some white walls
Wearing the next nigga's drawers 'cause I broke some laws
Next thing you know, they got your boy down on death row
I stand up as the guards take me out my do'
And on my way to the chair, man, I think, why?
For a nigga life is hard but easy to die
So now I'm sitting up in the chair waiting for a call
Is this the end of the soldier they call Mac Mall?
But if it is, I'm going out like a vet
He pulled the switch and I wake up in a cold sweat
Wake up in a cold sweat

[Interlude]
Yeah, this radio station KSES
In full motherfucking effect
Coming straight from the Crestside
And no, we don't play no motherfucking R&B
Or none of them punk-ass love songs
We in this shit with motherfucking Mac Mall
Hey, what's up, man? You spit that shit
Yeah, man, it's kinda sick like that, though
You let 'em know what's going on in your crazy-ass mind

[Verse 3]
I'm going crazy, going crazy in '93, I need some help
Sometime I wonder who can be trusted, I can't even trust myself
You don't even understand what's going on up in my head
I got the cops, killers, and niggas who wanna see me dead
My life is like a triple beam but I ain't living balanced
The economy don't respond to me, now I'm living scandalous
In the game, I have to sin, can't afford to live fake
I might not make it to 21, but see, that's just a chance I take
Sometime I wait on death because my life ain't worth a lot
And see them steady getting tortured for them niggas who got shot
What goes around comes around, a wise man said
But I didn't know a hard head make a young nigga dead
And still I got them feds who wanna see me in a penitentiary
And plus the peckerwoods who'd love to be lynching me
But all I say is "Fuck 'em" 'cause life is like a big stall
On how I live in '93, I just need to end it all