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
