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