Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wanted Dead, artist - Mack 10. Album song Mack 10, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
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 |