Recipe

f/ WC, K-Mac, CJ Mac, Binky, Boo Kapone, Techniec, Thump, MC Eiht, Tha Roadawgs

[Mack 10]
Hoo-Bangers (WASSUP!!!)
Y'all ready? (FO' SHO'!!!!)
Well let's do this shit
I'ma start this bitch off, and y'all run it, check it, uhh

On your marks, get set, go for what you know
It's the #1 crew in your area, doe for doe
I keep it thuggish with my dicky's on sag
I buy my '57 Rag until my '98 Jag
And just roll all over the town on 20 inch wheels
and just, brag all about the mils I made on mic skills
I slang and do my thang keepin niggas on amp
It's Mack 10 kickin shit from the Hoo-Bangin camp

[K-Mac]
Haha (nigga)
I just, wake up and ball y'all (Whattup K-Mac?)
Comrade criminals and y'know we fades em all (That's right)
I'm hittin six on the teatley
And I'm ridin on you busters cos that's how it gotta be (It got to be)
Niggas please, Cadillacs on Deez (on Deez)
and in the middle of the winter, it's still 89 degrees (That's right)
We's die hard, pullin job nigga's hall cards
Best to check our records cos we's smack ???? ???? (That's right)

[Techniec]
I kill a nigga ten times, leave em on concrete (Whattup Techniec?)
Tight shit make ya say 'Damn, Tech got bomb heat' (Hahaha)
First nigga that speak like 'I don't believe you'
first nigga who face touch ass fore before his knees do (God DAMN!)
Nigga, I ain't tryin to please you, know that
I'm no joke, black, you can quote that, I wrote that
I hold Mac's with 2-1's
plus the deuce-5's at my side so I got two guns (That's right)

Chorus:

It don't stop til the casket drop
Quick to handle them thangs, Hoo-Bang's the gang
On the corner with the shrap tryin to regulate cheese
Y'know we represent them straight B's and C's

[MC Eiht]
G'yeah (Wassup? Whattup Eiht?)
Ready to go to war, I take you to war
Hoo-Bangin as I buck thru your passenger door (BUCK BUCK)
Bust, grab your bitch and tell her hit the floor (Hit the deck, bitch)
Give it a fuck, blood pour, what we came here for (That's right)
Til I die, why camoflage? I'm in a Dodge (Wassup nigga?)
Your homies can't see me, I'm greedy, call me Idi
Speedy, the fire spits, kicks like the Last Dragon
Connects the clock wit the Glocks, g'yeah

[CJ Mac]
I'm a motherfuckin Westside gangbang, low ride nigga (Yeah)
A 600 Benz ride, Cristal sipper (Nigga)
You don't wanna fuck with me, you're high, nigga (What?)
Fuck with this here, you disappear, listen to me clear
6-double 0 bang, ace double O gang
Run up in banks and run trancs, what's my fuckin name? (What's my name?)
CJ L-A-Richwold, right here for the scrap
Less risk for the roller, killin niggas over

[WC]
So-so bangin, steady and packin on chrome, up under the *?could?*
Swingin packages from SC to Inglewood
Runnin up on ya, puttin em on ya wit these knuckle hammers, mayn
It's the shadiest ridah loc, quick to let the barrel claim
Dub-C, one of the last niggas you wanna get wit, with these things I'm
'quipped with
Bitch, I'm a couple of sandwiches away from a picnic
Clippin nothin but hoggs, I'm from the seaside of the walls
What's connectin with these doggs? Nigga, ballin til we fall

[Boo Kapone]
???? knees and C's, slangin CD's
overseas, the Vietnamese and Japanese (Uhh)
Ya get got, your ass'll get shot
Have you on your hands and knees like you was makin sulac
What's the plot? Nigga, from here to Reno
Boo Kapone got three cases up in Chino (Nigga)
I smash, I blast for the cash, I smoke hash
I ripped your ass in half, don't niggas do the math? (Niggas)

Chorus

[Binky]
Y'ALL DON'T WANNA GET DOWN! Fuck y'all fools
YA BEST LAYDOWN! Get clowned when we spray your whole town
The Jock Coon aka Binky Mac, nigga!
Porsche or gat? Put you flat then I ditch my strap (Throw it away)
What's the haps, mayn? Jockin a whole crap game
Mack 10 put a nigga on in, so now I Hoo-Bang (get yours, nigga)
New Jordans with my usual P hat
B-Mac, if I ever go broke I'm grabbin my ski mask

[Thump]
Nigga, I'm a baller, Inglewood dweller, ho seller
Schemin for the pussy four times, do your duty
Bustle up in this and tatted up
Live and die for the West, but ain't had enough
It's a Hoo-Bang thang, they say a 'Nigga, where ya homey be?' like
(Don't slow your roll) Too late I'm banged out
I'm livin crucial, do this here on major *?zera?*
I live for violence and motherfuckers feel the terror

[Tha Roadawgs]
RISE UP when you other fools is fallin
The Dawgs is who you gon' call, we on the ball like Spalding
Trick, it's the infamous Macs from the I
Hit the switch, in the Lac, and go from low-to-high
Drive by, yeah G loves swamp rat and thug dumpin
bumpin, see me from Roadawgs, always into somethin
like NWA, Hoo-Bangin, the R-E-C-I-P-E, yeah
We fades em all, like Jamal
It's Westside Connect gangbang or ball? (Nigga)
Just ask the lil' homey Do Dirty
We get drunk and start beatin fools up at the pool party

Chorus (x2)

[Mack 10]
Yeah, gettin ours, Westside Connect OGz
Hoo-Bang for the cheese, nigga
You know about this crew
Try to see it or L-I-G it, nigga, wuz happenin?

f/ Snoop Dogg

[Snoop Dogg talking]
Hahaha, yeah.
You're about to witness something you never thought you'd witness
before.
Check this out.

[Snoop Dogg]
Welcome to the house the D-O double G built
We got honey, cream, silk and milk
We make that big bank and keep that big shank
Just in case we get slapped into the home we take
Nigga don't think Dogg slips at all
I make chips for crips and the beat dogs
True niggas, do niggas, hey you niggas
Can't get with us cuz we rip shit up
It's Mack Dime, and D-O dub
Here's a toast to the most, westcoast love
Fo sho though, I let you know from the get go
Pullin on my endo, rollin through the Wood with my kin dog

[Mack 10]
Not De La Soul, but fresh on parole
Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole
I'm know to the peoples as the Inglewood swanger
Been rollin gold Danas since a BG banger
It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin
And niggas say we bangin cuz our colors be flamin
But I'd rather push crack, let the bank roll stack
I show Snoop how to whoop and then I front him a sack

[Snoop Dogg]
Nigga better blue tennis shoes tidy, with our body
As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party
Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew
Cold thing about it is that the niggas kept it true
Inglewood family is what they claim to bang
Street Rue and Maddog, I think that was his name
But anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah

[Hook:] X 3
Long Beach, with the ING

[Mack 10]
I'm makin green in the rap scene from coast to coast
And rollin three wheel motion from the woods to the ocean
See Snoop and Tray Dee in the LBC
And wasn't nobody trippin, just cool as can be
No harm up in (?) so the hatas got bigger
But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold plated trigger
And that's fo sho though, you know how it go
Jump in the low low and bang with the homies, fuck a hoe
So keep away crack and leave your bullet proof vest
Dogg there ain't no need for that, we headed west to the QS
Game recognize game, and it always should
It's all good and you niggas got a passion, Inglewood
Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like Monie
That's on the one and only I keep the big homies for the phonies
So let it be known, from my hood to your town
That connect game niggas is straight down with the Pound

[Snoop Dogg]
Now all my peoples in the LBC pull up a chair and have a dime bag on me
See we be DPGin this, we in this thang to make hits and bump a
bitch and maintain
Cuz the more better you get, the more cheddar you get
The more shit you talk, the more wet up you get
See, I found out quick, don't say shit
Just take care of yours, and handle it quick
Yeah, it don't stop for Biggie or Tupac
Niggas been gettin shot on my block
But we got to make a change and the thang is this
I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist
But I wish upon a star
To stay down with Mack Dime, pushin caviar
The real recognize the real, I'll kill for that nigga
ING DPG, deal with it nigga, for real

[Hook] X 2

[Snoop Dogg]
They live on the streets, and they hustle for fame
Some claim twenty crip but most claim insane
See it's not a lifestyle, it's a full time job
And if you live in Long Beach, it's like a macabre
]From blunt to blunt, everybody's bad
And if you don't know where you at you better tuck in your rag
Push heat on the street, with Chuck D's on his feet
Makin money slangin tapes up out the Compton swap meet

[Mack 10]
Up jumps the boogie some niggas gang bang
So keep a big steel if it's a real G Thang
But I kick back, relax, count hundreds by the stacks
And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks
Ain't a busta in the crew, so I'm callin all hogs
It's connect gang rollin with the Pound and Snoop Dogg
And everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be
It's Long Beach with the Ingle dub O-O-D city

[Hook] (till fade)

f/ Big Punisher, Fat Joe

[Fat Joe talking] (Mack 10)
Yeah, Terror Squad motherfucker!
(And the Hoo Bangin affiliates.) Uh huh.
I know you ain't think you was gon see this niggas.
(Nope.) East coast, west coast. (It's all the same.)
Joey Crack, Big Pun, Mack 10.
(Speak on it, Joe.)
Haha, niggas what!

[Fat Joe]
At times I feel like blastin myself, endin it all
Niggas on my same team be prayin I fall
Tellin the feds, that I'm still cappin the raw
Know all about the stash box on the floor of my Porshe
Boy George-in it, livin the life of the fortunate
Show you how warm my fuckin coffee get
My crew often get the blame for hideous crimes
Why do niggas stay platinum with the shitiest rhymes?
Can't call it, all these niggas claim that they ballin
But it appears your empire's fallen
Fuckin with Joe and Pun, real niggas since day one
The same cats you get ?terroria? from
East coast, west coast, man it's all the same
Niggas won't know shit till they feel the flame
It's still insane, since the flow track
Blowin your whole back, with the mack, we'll let ya know black

[Hook:] X 2
It's all about weight, work, guns, yay
Real motherfuckers chase dough and don't play
Y'all motherfuckers don't move, we don't spray
Big Pun, Fat Joe, Mack 10 baby

[Big Punisher]
Check what you never thought
Pun and Joe, the kings of Nueva York
Spittin thoughts with twin, Mack 10 the chicken hawk
We the truest cuz killers walk in muddy boots
Once my dogs cut me lose, that's a bullet in your bubblygoose
Fuck is you talkin like you crazy
Barkin like you eighty
Or have you crawlin, walkin like a baby
Don't try to play me cuz I'm not a playa
Hey yo I shot the place up and pass the heat off like a hot potatoe
I'm out to make a million dollies but still I'm rowdy
So I hope it happen rappin before I have to kill somebody
That's how it is in the stone jungle
If you known to own a bundle guaranteed nigga gon mug you
And no one love you when you broke as shit, focus kid
Commercials don't lie, thirsty to die? Coke is in
Blow your life away, that's a big price to pay
You coulda been teachin your kid how to ride his bike today

[Hook] X 2

[Mack 10]
I hit the la la, and grab the ya ya
And if y'all don't get him, I promise I'll try
Hoo Bangin affiliates is the williest so the silliest
Really get to see just how fast the nine milly spit
Mack 10, Big Pun and Joey Crack
Real niggas push big weight and big sacks
Y'all said it was cool, I got to ok this
I usually want paytons, y'all bring the scale so we can weight this
It better be pure, hope you ain't got a birdie mix
Hey yo, put it up there, and make sure it's all 36
I hope you can count nigga, better be precise
If it ain't all there that's your dope and your life
From the school of hard knocks, Inglewood to the Bronx
We hit the blocks and cook the rocks in forty blocks
Hit doja like we supposed to, sippin on Hen
TS and Mack 10, so let the games begin

[Hook] X 2

f/ Foxy Brown, Jermaine Dupri

[JD talking] (Foxy Brown)
(Uh.) Did y'all expect us?
(No no.) Bitches, can y'all get naked?
(That's right!)

[JD]
Uh, y'all know me, and the dough I see
Fa so la ti, it's chi chi
Ladies wanna hold me, get to know me
Talks to each it, wanna sleep with it
Simplisticness keeps me hot, while y'all stress
Tryin to see the top stop, everything drop so
Everything drop platinum or gold and the whole world know
I'm that playboy J, doin it my way like Usher
And I don't feel bad when I crush ya
Like blush ya, style big ball, I'ma hit y'all
With shit that's gon make niggas forget y'all
You feel me dog? I'm a C-H-I, multi
And I live and die for the whole pie
You can call it what you want, I'm a motherfuckin vet

[Hook:] [Mack 10] (JD) {Foxy Brown} X 2
(And ain't none a y'all seen nothin yet!)
It's that platinum shit, that's all we get
So let it be known that it's all for real
{And all we about is them dollar dollar bills!}

[Foxy Brown]
You know that Na Na got the heater shit
That uh, everybody wanna eat her shit
Niggas talkin about they six wanna see this shit
Knowin half a y'all broads wanna be this bitch
>From NY to the west side, motherfuckers keep me in the best ride
38 chest size, ain't fuckin less I come off
With like 30 G's easy once the nigga dead off
Shit, never trust shit, I gives a fuck
I'm a ring finger rock chick, straight lock bitch
And everything I rocks with
Either pops shit or fuck a nigga topless, y'all hoes finky
Got to bank this to even see me half naked
Like the black Susan Lucci, stiletto pumps, Gucci
Ridicuolous ice, tag me, million dollar price
Stay frontin, y'all cats ain't seen nothin

[Hook] X 2

[Mack 10] (Foxy Brown)
I push a six feet drop, red and pallamino
And keep the semi glock, where ever me go
I stay ruger ready, or either Smith & Wesson
And burn hearts, like they indigested it if I'm tested
So where you wanna meet at playa, over here?
I'll be the one with all the ice on in the surplus gear
Plus I'll tell you what's real, so uh, baby listen
Put your shades on when you peep the Lex cuz the baugettes glisten
(I want the whole three dozen
And with that drama, biz)
Well it all depends on how ill your na na is
Can you go O-T with a few and a gun?
But can you cook it with the whoop and make two outta one?
Now you can be up in the west and do it my way
Or hit the homie JD in Atlanta, GA
Wanna ball well let's bounce, get the heat and the scale
Now Mack and Fox Boogie got dope to sell

[Hook] X 2

[Mack 10 talking]
The Hoo Banger, Mack 10.
The Ill Na Na, Foxy Brown.
And the homie JD, the don chi chi.
We got the Recipe, break it down.

f/ Ol' Dirty Bastard, Buckshot

Ladies and gentlemen, flight 1-0 from LAX is now arriving into
JFK International.

[ODB talking]
What? What? (...?...) about that money, nigga.
How many, hey yo, how many niggas is really making money now,
now what I'm saying?
This 98, I'ma tell y'all cats somethin.
This is the year of do it, or don't.
If you gon do it, you better roll on with this crew cat,
juggyyyyy!!!!

[Mack 10] (ODB)
People call me crazy, but that's alright with me (It's alright!)
They ask me why I'm hustlin, (We hustlin!) I say for the money (Yeah!)
I duck down with Buckshot, Hoo Bang with Wu-Tang (Oooooo!)
Won't hesiate to slang, so money ain't a thang (Ahhhhh!)
Called Buck and Dirty, asked em what they need
They said send me two thangs and some LA weed
So my belief is fuck the beef, all money the same
And when I get to New York, I'ma show you the whoop game
I make a bitch stay down, cuz I'm that type of guy
Put the work on the Greyhound and fly to the NY
Hit the east coast with a pocket fulla cheddar
Tan khakis on with a thick red sweater (Oh yeah!)
They see me with some hoes, couldn't be better timing
Cuz though a nigga g'd up, I got on big diamonds, so nigga what?
(Tell it to em cat!)

[Hook] [Mack 10] (ODB)
People call me crazy, but that's alright with me
They ask me why I'm hustlin, I say for the money
(Yo, I am comin over, to your spot tonight
I promise you my baby, that I'm gon do you right!)

[Buckshot] (ODB) {Mack 10}
Through the gusty wind, I roll with fifty men
Ready to get nifty and shifty and low
So what's the movements, yo? Let me know
Cuz when I come for motherfuckers, I'm comin for throats
It was sad I bled, but the red in my eyes shed
Light on the dark, I led the blind in sight
Now I got all of them inside
It's the reason why I do this, and I night ride
(For the moneyyyyy!!!!!!)
If you and a nigga outside, say the word
And I'm a spruge with my flight team soarin like birds
Missed it on the Friday with my nigga Cube
But the bomb blew Saturday when Mack lit the fuse
Who other than Buckshot come pick up the pieces
And straighten niggas out like creases
{Speak on it} Yeah nigga
(It's for the moneyyyyyy!!!!!)
Buckshot, ODB, Mack 10, back at it again

[Hook]

[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Hey yo, most of you know me, some of you don't
When it comes to challengin, none of you won't
Arrange this battle to improve your style
It's a brother with a totally different profile
Most of you play cold front in your face
Hesitatin on the rhymes, shoulda been Memorex
But, you forgot, you's an amatuer
Mystery worshipper, yo I prefer
I mind you, tease you, who's the boss?
Sucka amneisa, memory loss, welllll
Hit this, just quiet as kept
Mmmmm C's on the charts from the start had slept
Leeeeet's take them, wake them
You should be woke
Cuz you take MC'in for a practical joke, Hmmmmm
I present myself to be a similar nightmare of an Amazing Story

[Hook]

[ODB talking]
Yo, you ain't hearin nothing but a drop of the dime.
Know what I'm saying?
To all my dogs, I wanna give a shout out.
You got my nigga, Mack 10.
You got my nigga, Buckshot shorty.
And you got the one, dirt dog.
Know what I'm saying?
And we gon do it like sweat hogs, my nigga.
This how we get down!

[Mack 10 talking]
People call me crazy, but that's alright with me
They ask me why I'm hustlin, I say for the money
Haha, Hoo Bangin records, pushin weight in 98.
Cookin nothing but the bomb.
You know what I'm sayin?
Cuz we got the Recipe, fo sho!

f/ Gerald Levert

[Mack 10]
This song is dedicated
to all the up and coming rappers, singers, hustlers, actors
Whatever you may be remember:
without no struggle, you get no progress
So keep grindin, keep on mashin, get yours

Chorus: Gerald Levert

You're nothin far from comin up (keep on)
Money's just a touch away (keep on)
So keep on grindin don't give it up (keep on)
There'll always be another day (keep on)

[Mack 10]
And now I'm sittin at the pad, teary eyed and depressed
Starvin and sufferin from mental stress
Now a true center to the game of beginner
but hard to feel like a winner when you eat spreads for dinner
Hit the streets late night in the form of star mushin
On the 211 mission just to pay tuition
For my kids I got to grind and develop street saavy
Servin stress cause I just ain't got enough to cop cavi
But I can't stop, I won't stop, til I got it made
Either build my clientele, get a job or learn a trade
like hip-hop, and make enough to live good forever
So I learned to write the rhymes and get my metaphors together
Then I joined a rap crew, with the homies on my street
Sellin underground tapes out the local swap meet
Gettin tighter on the mic, as I worked day to day
So now I lay down at night, and I hear voices say, 'Mack'

Chorus

[Mack 10]
Now I'm new to the scene, H as in Hard, N as in Nympho
So like EPMD, could you _Please Listen to My Demo?_
I left the local crew, felt like I was the man
In popular demand and now ready for SoundScan
So I searched for a deal with no luck I kept rappin
Felt like it would take a miracle to make it all happen
Marble said it was a test, 'Mack don't do nuttin wrong!
Just have faith in God and keep your hustle goin strong
Stay hongry, keep writin, don't quit you're too close
Remember good things come to those who want it most'
So I never left the house, without my rap book
Thought I found a new crew but eventually got shook
First they said I was cool, but then started to doubt me
Put me on the backburner and just forgot all about me
Partna said I wasn't fresh, and sent me on my way, but you know what?
As I was leavin, I could hear voices say, 'Mack'

Chorus

[Mack 10]
Now the tables turned, but I remember they used to clown me
The hard work paid off, and luck finally found me
So call every publication, Billboard and the editor
and tell em Mack's being signed by dude workin on _The Predator_
I got the Midas touch, now everything be the bomb
Hooked up with The Don, now made a few mill-ion
I don't bang I write the good rhymes, you know about mines
Man I'm the tightest MC, Ice Cube ever signed
Now if ain't the radio, it's a video shoot
Livin life in the limelight, with a bank full of loot
Now my crew is solid, shook the haters and the leeches
Runnin full court at my house with our girls on the beaches
Plus the violence is ceased, no more bi-coastal beef
Cause now I get down with the North South and the East
I reminisce on hard times, seem like yesterday, but now
Hoo Bangin' is official and I remember they used to say, 'Mack'

Chorus

[Levert] Money's just a touch, just a simple touch
Money's just a touch away..
Money's just a touch, just a simple touch
Money's just a touch away..

[Mack 10] Man I knew I was gonna make it, but they didn't believe me
YaknowhatI'msayin? Clowned me -- gon' be a rapper, what?
Hahahaha