Intro: Cube
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In every game, we gotta have the brains and the muscle
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The game and the hustle... to be real on these streets
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So here you have it, the Brainiac
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<female voice> Ice Cube
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With the Maniac
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<female voice> Mack 10
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Mack & Cube: Yay-y-yay! X2
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Verse One
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Ice Cube:
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While ya'll niggas think about the pape
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I think about which Titanic I'mma sink
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The iceberg, with the nice words
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I slice verbs and predicets, ghetto etiquette
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Y'all better get, this dime-mega shit
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The Braniac, the theory be conspiracy
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Keep my eye on the birdie, but never get my hands dirty
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Verbally call the Maniac and his attack dogs
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Signing contracts with automatic jack clause
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Mack 10:
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I get full of their shit and take flight on these niggas
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'Bout to show these so-called
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Wig-splitters and nigg-hitters
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Who the man be, and what the number one clique is
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Let my nuts hang on these busts
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And hoes see how big my dick is
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Maniac Mack 10 always keep the heat toted
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And teflon tips keep the .44 loaded
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Straight quoted in nine-trey, by the dime
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Now we connected
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He said, "Mack, when you westsidin' and ridin' is expected"
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So I...
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Chorus
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Cube: Maniac with Brainiac, Mack 10!
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Mack: You do the drivin', while I do the jackin'
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Cube: Maniac with Brainiac, Mack 10!
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Mack: My nigga if you plot it, best believe I got it
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Mack: And it's on... feel the chrome
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Verse 2
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Ice Cube:
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You in the Stargate, trying t'escape, it's not an option
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Got torture techniques for them lies, don't ever lie
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Just put the car in drive, we can go ride- get this money
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Determined as the Energized Bunny, make a left
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Underground parking, guns start sparkin'
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ATF enemies all around start chargin'
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Tryin' to fuck up my new suit and my weekend
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Ask me what you want, you bitch! I ain't speakin'
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Mack 10:
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Shit, I gives a fuck what the next nigga think
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(?) gives a fuck how much bitch you say you ain't
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It's like this on mine, potna
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By all means, I got the ball
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So it's your life, not mine nigga, so you make the call
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Now, I can blow your brains out, punk and act the fuckin' fool
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Or you can hand your guns over, and let everything be cool
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But know this: I won't hesitate to peel your wig back
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I'm off that wet-bomb and the whole fifty yak
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It's Mack the Maniac, nigga
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Chorus
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Verse 3
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Ice Cube:
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What's the plan? Everything thought out
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Everything bought out, like Bill Gates
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My niggas love steel weights
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I'm still great, after 12 muthafuckin' years
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I (?) your ass after 12 muthafuckin' beers
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I act kind to my peers and everybody that listen
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They know when the Brainiac's missin'
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The big fish, hanging with the chicken hawk
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Got all the haters, claimin' that they wanna talk
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Mack 10:
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You argue wit 'em and negotiate, and I really wanna kill 'em
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I'm tired of the bullshit, man I really wanna peel 'em
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Dog, I knew they were scareless
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'Cause my brother Snoop told us
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So fuck the money and the dope that they punk-ass owe us
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Now when I see 'em, it ain't no question it's all the way on
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But I'mma wait in front of they momma house
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For that one nigga to get home
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And when I gun, watch his body jump
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And it's all going to amaze me
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To see his own self
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Layin' there with his own brains on the pavement
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Chorus
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Outro: Mack 10
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And it's on... keep takin' 'til it's gone
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And it's on... feel the wrath of the chrome
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Wessiiide!
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Ice Cube the Brainiac
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Mack 10 the Maniac
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Maniac in the Brainiac
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| Mack 10 |
