wanted dead

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