Wanted Dead

(álbum: Mack 10 - 1995)

On a high speed chase they recognize my plates
Wanted for a 187 in three states
Got my glock cock, mind is ill mental
Blasting at one time through my back window, shit
Sick individual, murder was my ritual
Mashing 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
Jumping hills like the streets of San Francisco
Hard trying 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 guarding 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 trailing, hitting corners, fish tailing
I continue to cap as the gap starts to pull again
Mashing through Fullerton, a all points bulletin
Wigs get pilled, nigga, running from the kill
Bugs flying into my grill and windshield
Never see trial, say fck trying to stretch me
Mack 10 a fucking dead man if they catch me
Stomping through red lights, no headlights on my vehicle
5150 is my penal code
I empty the clips when I carry'em, aiming to bury'em
Nigga fresh out the sanitarium
LAPD trying 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
Running for my life, I continue to hit corners
With my heat, 50 rounds deep
Nigga, going down, holding 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, living like a G
It's better them than me facing 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 running
Freeze was my order, capping at they ass
As I hit the border and I'm gone