Mack 10 Wanted Dead Lyrics

Mack 10 Track Listing
  • 1 Mickey D's Lick (intro)
  • 2 Foe Life
  • 3 Wanted Dead
  • 4 On Them Thangs
  • 5 Pigeon Coup
  • 6 Chicken Hawk
  • 7 Here Comes the G
  • 8 West Side Slaughterhouse
  • 9 Niggas Dog Scrapping
  • 10 Armed and Dangerous
  • 11 H-O-E-K
  • 12 10 Million Wayz
  • 13 Mozi-Wozi
  • 14 Mack 10's the Name

  • On a high speed chase they recognize my plates
    Wanted for a 187 in three states
    Got my glock cock, mind is ill mental
    Blastin' at one time through my back window, shit
    Sick individual, murder was my ritual
    Mashin' in a hard top four, all original
    Bout a dozen of cops all behind me
    Mad as fuck cause Ice Cube is my crimey
    Like a missile launch led from my pistol
    Jumpin' hills like the streets of San Francisco
    Hard tryin' to stump him, reload my dumper
    Hit the ground, lost my hubcaps and my back bumper
    A hundred and ten, Westbound on the freeway
    Bo guardin' traffic cause I do shit the G way
    Hard to survive, lit up a 45
    No alive instead Mack 10 wanted dead

    And it's on, stick to the fire, loop get me high
    Drop the four in low, as I smoke the back tires
    Peddle to the floor in a bucket low low
    One time trailin', hittin' corners, fish tailin'
    I continue to cap as the gap starts to pull again
    Mashin' through Fullerton, a all points bulletin
    Wigs get pilled, nigga, runnin' from the kill
    Bugs flyin' into my grill and windshield
    Never see trial, say fck tryin' to stretch me
    Mack 10 a fuckin' dead man if they catch me
    Stompin' through red lights, no headlights on my vehicle
    5150 is my penal code
    I empty the clips when I carry'em, aimin' to bury'em
    Nigga fresh out the sanitarium
    LAPD tryin' to blow off my beanie
    Want the whole world to see me
    Put my face on TV, for real

    Fuck this shit, if they catch me I'ma goner
    Runnin' for my life, I continue to hit corners
    With my heat, 50 rounds deep
    Nigga, goin' down, holdin' trial in the street, fuck it
    If it's on like that
    It's about who's nuts is fat
    And who's straightest with they gat, for real
    That's how it be, livin' like a G
    It's better them than me facin' strike number three
    Heel no, I can't fuck with the lock down
    Mack 10'll grab the Mack 10
    And set the glock down and I'm runnin'
    Freeze was my order, cappin' at they ass
    As I hit the border and I'm gone

    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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