In every game, you got to have the brains and the muscle The game and the hustle To be real on these streets, you know So here you have it The Brainiac Ice Cube With the Maniac Magazine Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah While y'all niggas think about the peak I think about which Titanic I'ma sink The iceberg with the nice words I slice verbs and predicates, ghetto etiquette Y'all better get, this dime make a *** The Brainiac, the theory be conspiracy Keep my eye on the birdie, but never get my hands dirty Thoroughly call the Maniac and his attack dogs Signing contracts with automatic jack claws I get full of that *** and take flight on these niggas Bout to show these so-called wing-spitters and nick-hitters Who the man be and what the number one click is Let my nuts hang on these bustling hoes, see how big my dick is Maniac Mac-10, always keep the heat toted And Teflon tips keep the fo'-fo' loaded Straight quarter to nine tray, by the dime now we connected He said, Mac, when you Westside and then riding is suspected So I do it, Brainiac with Maniac Mac-10 You do the driving, while I do the jacking Brainiac with Maniac Mac-10 My nigga, if you plotted, best believe I got it La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da In the zone La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da Feel the chrome You in the stargate, trying to escape, it's not an option Got torture techniques for them lies, don't improvise Just put the car in drive, we can go ride Get this money, determined as the energon's bunny Make a left, underground parking Guns start sparking, ATF enemies all around Start charging, trying to *** up my new suit and my weekend Ask me what you want, you bitch, I ain't speaking ***, I give a *** about what the next nigga think Don't give a *** about how much bitch you say you ain't It's like this on mine, partner, by any means I got the ball So it's your life, not mine's, nigga, so you make the call Now you can blow your brains out, punk, and act a ***ing fool Or you can hand your guns over, and let everything be cool But notice, I won't hesitate to peel your wig back I'm off that wit bomb, and the whole 50-yack is Mac-maniac, nigga Brainiac, wit maniac, Mac-10 You do the driving, while I do the jacking Brainiac, wit maniac, Mac-10 Hey Q, if you plotted, best believe I got it La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da In the zone La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da Feel the chrome What's the plan? Everything thought out Everything bought out, like Bill Gates My niggas love steel weights I'm still great after 12 mother***ing years Assert your ass at the 12 mother***ing beers I-I-con to my peers and everybody that listen They know when the Brainiac's missing The big fish, hanging with the chicken hunk Got all the haters, claiming that they wanna talk Q, I hope you through negotiating, I really wanna kill him I'm tired of the bull***, man, I really wanna peel him Dog, I knew they was scantless, cuz my brother scooped totals So *** the money and the dope that they punk ass owe us Now when I see him, it ain't no questions, it's all the way on But I'm waiting in front of they mama house for that one nigga to get home And when I gun him, watch his body jump and his soul go into amazement And see his own self landing with his brains on the pavement Brainiac, wit maniac, Mac-10 You do the driving, while I do the jacking Brainiac, wit maniac, Mac-10 Hey Q, if you plotted, best believe I got it La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da And it's on La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da Keep taking till it's gone La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da And it's on La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da Feel the wrath of the chrome La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da Mac-10 Ice Cube to Brainiac Mac-10, mother***ing maniac La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da And it's on La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da La-di-da, la-di-da, la-di-da Brainiac, Ice Cube To maniac, Mac-10