Somewhere to the south of Compton City,
lived a lonesome home boy named Macca G,
Down Compton city life ain't so pretty
Not the safest place for him to be.

And they called him Macca,
Macca G, lives on the street, steals and fights, no family
Poor young Macca, Macca G
a life in prison boy is not where you want to be, Macca G.

The night life took him down to a dark back Alley,
in Macca's hand he carried a knife and a crowbar.
Surrounded in the alley he was gone big time,
That Macca boy had gone too far.

And they called him Macca,
Macca G, lives on the street, steals and fights, no family
Poor young Macca, Macca G
a life in prison boy is not where you want to be, Macca G.


Me and Macca took up,
things began to look up,
Me and him were going strong.

Then he started lyin',
get him out of this mess I was tryin'.
I heard a voice say,
"Yo Macca G, Yo Macca G".

Well now. I'm on my own again,
wonder if he ever really understood.
I never thought to ask him what the letter "G" stood for,
But I know for sure it wasn't good.

And they called him Macca,
Macca G, lives on the street, steals and fights, no family
Poor young Macca, Macca G
a life in prison boy is not where you want to be, Macca G.

Macca G.