One of Mac Mall’s first singles was a song called “Ghetto Theme”, and the music video directed by Tupac Shakur in 1993. He was also longtime friends with the Mac Dre, who was his mentor early on in his career/ repairing their friendship a couple of years before Dre’s death.[clarification needed] He is one of the premier artists on Dre’s Thizz Entertainment label. He is also cousins to E-40 and B-Legit.
In 1993 Mac Mall released his debut album Illegal Business? on the Young Black Brotha label. He was just 15 years old at the time his debut album was released. Khayree Shaheed worked as the producer and the album featured Ray Luv, Mac Dre and The Mac. In 1995 he contributed a verse to E-40’s “Dusted and Disgusted”, and in 1996 he signed a record deal with Relativity Records, which released his second, and most successful album, Untouchable.
In 1999, he started his own Sessed Out label, the first release being the compilation Mac Mall Presents the Mallennium, followed by his first solo album on the label, Illegal Business? 2000 a year later, although his popularity of a few years earlier had waned. Immaculate followed in 2001, on which he mixed gangster rap with religious themes, with Mackin’ Speaks Louder Than Words in 2002 and Illegal Game in 2004. He also contributed to the first “Boss Ballin” compilation record produced by D-Shot, cousin of Mac Mall and brother of E-40 and former member of the Bay Area Group “The Click”.
Discography:
* 1993: Illegal Business?
* 1996: Untouchable
* 1999: Illegal Business? 2000
* 1999: Mallennium
* 2000: Beware of Those (With JT the Bigga Figga)
* 2001: Immaculate
* 2002: Mackin Speaks Louder Than Words
* 2004: Illegal Game (With JT the Bigga Figga)
* 2004: The Macuscripts, Vol. 1
* 2005: The Macuscripts, Vol. 2
* 2005: The Macuscripts, Vol. 3
* 2005: The Macuscripts, Vol. 4
* 2005: Da U.S. Open (With Mac Dre)
* 2006: Thizziana Stoned And The Temple of Shrooms
Klyde Mall & Dre
Mac Mall Lyrics
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Testin' yea let's do this shit baby
Shit I don't know I can't hear that shit
[Rydah J. Klyde]
You know my niggaz they control the weight
From the Golden State
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
I empty out and load the K
The lil' figga wit the gun that's bigger than him
It's kinda hard to hold it straight
But still I knock Louie
Seen shit rip through him
Got stooie wit my killa click
Cop, chop shoot him
Like I'm fresh in the game
Just reppin' my name
Young and in love wit the tec when it flame
You know my name
Shit I was on the block
Wit a freshly chop though
Didn't have spinners
I'm out the bag that's my knock bro
Fresh out the box wit the glock though
Plus my niggaz ridin' tonight
Two of â??em waitin' for that fiend rental to slide through
Then my hustle gon' pause
For this tooly by the muscle in my drawls
Me no tinsel wit y'all
I touch y'all
Half way niggaz rookies
And will never touch raw
Buy the crack and watch me bring the applause
Blocka, Blocka!
[Mac Mall]
Mac-matic slanguistics
Break it down in fractions
Every verse a nigga spit is like a commercial for boss mackin'
When it hit the streets you should just see how they re-actin'
Animal attraction
You fiends is relaxin'
Hit it once and back spin
Mac slap the captain
Body bag the boss man
You don't want it to happen
Cutthroat approach
Leavin' t-shirts soaked
Bust shots at your throw back
Leave hoes where the team go
Valley Joe Crest Coast
Mackin' to the next level
Highly professional
Street level but high post
Ghetto to ghetto
Boonies to barrios
Cess spot turf
Every H double O-D
Meezie and Dreezie make it look easy
Grimy and greezy
Don't make me leave yo moms weepin'
My nigga J. Klyde will leave â??em where you'll never peep â??em
All my peoples quick to push that line for they seaman
[Mac Dre]
A few years ago when I used to grind
Police used to fuck wit me all the time
A young Codwell banker
A Gunthy Ranker
Strapped wit thump thanker
A cold drunk tanker
Stupid dumb, mentally disturbed
I used to bother people
And get on people nerves
Standin' on the curb
Trynna get it off
I sell it to â??em hard
But I buy it from â??em soft
I'm a felon and a boss
It's funk I spray dude
Dump out the prelude
On them punks and gay dudes
I pay dues
You can't fit Mac Dre shoes
I break laws
And I don't obey rules
I drive wit my L's suspended
Get apprehended
Cop gets commended
Now I'm a defendant
They forcin' me to spend it on fines and fees
P.D. mad cause I'm makin' all kinds of cheese
In Mac Mall's song Klyde Mall & Dre, the three rappers take turns discussing their experiences with hustling, guns, and run-ins with the police. The song opens with Rydah J. Klyde boasting about his power and influence in the drug trade, claiming to hold the fate of his enemies in the palm of his hand. Mac Mall enters with a verse that showcases his unique flow and lyrical prowess, likening each of his verses to a "commercial for boss mackin'," referring to his ability to thrive in the world of drug dealing and street hustling. Finally, Mac Dre brings a more lighthearted energy to the song, reminiscing about his past as a troubled young man who would bother people and sell drugs to make a living. His verse ends on a more somber note, however, as he reflects on the financial toll of his actions, explaining that he often went into debt paying fines and legal fees.
Line by Line Meaning
You know my niggaz they control the weight
My friends have a monopoly on the drug trade
From the Golden State
Our dominance extends to California
I hold your fate in the palm of my hand
I have power over your life
Wit this here throw away
With this cheap, disposable gun
I empty out and load the K
I quickly reload my AK-47
The lil' figga wit the gun that's bigger than him
I'm small but I carry a large weapon
It's kinda hard to hold it straight
It's difficult to aim accurately with such a heavy gun
But still I knock Louie
I killed someone named Louie
Seen shit rip through him
I witnessed the bullets tear through his body
Got stooie wit my killa click
I hung out with my deadly crew
Cop, chop shoot him
I swiftly kill my enemies
Like I'm fresh in the game
I'm still new to this lifestyle
Just reppin' my name
I'm establishing my reputation
Young and in love wit the tec when it flame
I'm young and enamored with guns that shoot flames
You know my name
I have a widespread reputation
Shit I was on the block
I used to sell drugs on the street
Wit a freshly chop though
With a recently bought gun
Didn't have spinners
I didn't have flashy rims on my car
I'm out the bag that's my knock bro
I'm out of prison and that's my calling card
Fresh out the box wit the glock though
I just got a new gun, straight out of the box
Plus my niggaz ridin' tonight
My crew is out with me tonight
Two of 'em waitin' for that fiend rental to slide through
Two of my associates are waiting for a drug buyer to arrive
Then my hustle gon' pause
I will take a break from selling drugs
For this tooly by the muscle in my drawls
To use this gun I have hidden in my underwear
Me no tinsel wit y'all
I'm not playing around with you
I touch y'all
I will harm you
Half way niggaz rookies
You're inexperienced and not real gangsters
And will never touch raw
And you'll never handle real drugs
Buy the crack and watch me bring the applause
Buy my drugs and see my success
Blocka, Blocka!
The sound of gunshots
Mac-matic slanguistics
My unique way of rapping
Break it down in fractions
Analyzing every aspect of the drug trade
Every verse a nigga spit is like a commercial for boss mackin'
My lyrics promote my lifestyle as a successful drug dealer
When it hit the streets you should just see how they re-actin'
When people hear my music, they love it
Animal attraction
My charisma attracts attention
You fiends is relaxin'
Drug addicts are enjoying my product
Hit it once and back spin
Take a hit of my drugs and you'll be hooked
Mac slap the captain
I can overpower anyone
Body bag the boss man
I can kill anyone, even high-level drug dealers
You don't want it to happen
You don't want to get in my way
Cutthroat approach
I'm ruthless
Leavin' t-shirts soaked
I'm leaving people dead in the streets
Bust shots at your throw back
I'm shooting you in the back
Leave hoes where the team go
My crew and I attract women
Valley Joe Crest Coast
I represent the Crest Coast of Valley Joe
Mackin' to the next level
I'm always trying to improve my drug business
Highly professional
I'm efficient and organized in my criminal activities
Street level but high post
I operate in the streets but have a high status
Ghetto to ghetto
I have connections in different areas
Boonies to barrios
I'm respected in both rural and urban areas
Cess spot turf
I control the area where drugs are sold
Every H double O-D
Every person is hooked on my drugs
Meezie and Dreezie make it look easy
My associates make drug dealing seem effortless
Grimy and greezy
We're filthy and dishonest
Don't make me leave yo moms weepin'
Don't make me kill you and make your family mourn
My nigga J. Klyde will leave 'em where you'll never peep 'em
My friend J. Klyde will dispose of the body where no one will find it
All my peoples quick to push that line for they seaman
My associates are always ready to sell drugs for money
A few years ago when I used to grind
Some years ago when I used to sell drugs
Police used to fuck wit me all the time
The police often harassed me
A young Codwell banker
I was young and making money illegally
A Gunthy Ranker
I had a reputation as a ruthless killer
Strapped wit thump thanker
I had a gun with large bullets
A cold drunk tanker
I was always drinking and drunk
Stupid dumb, mentally disturbed
I was not smart and had mental issues
I used to bother people
I would pester and annoy others
And get on people nerves
I would irritate people
Standin' on the curb
I waited on the street to sell drugs
Trynna get it off
Trying to sell my drugs
I sell it to 'em hard
I sold my drugs with force
But I buy it from 'em soft
I obtained drugs from weak sources
I'm a felon and a boss
I have a criminal record but I'm in charge
It's funk I spray dude
I'm shooting at you
Dump out the prelude
I'm using my car to commit a crime
On them punks and gay dudes
I'm attacking vulnerable people
I pay dues
I earn my success through hard work
You can't fit Mac Dre shoes
You can't compare to my greatness
I break laws
I don't follow rules
And I don't obey rules
I disregard authority
I drive wit my L's suspended
I drive with a suspended license
Get apprehended
I get arrested
Cop gets commended
The police receive praise for arresting me
Now I'm a defendant
I'm on trial for my crimes
They forcin' me to spend it on fines and fees
I have to use my money to pay for legal expenses
P.D. mad cause I'm makin' all kinds of cheese
The police are angry because I'm making lots of money from drug dealing
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