Verse 1

Mack 10 nutty as they come
Leave Â’em face down
And numb from the waist down
ItÂ’s a sunday a gun day
RollinÂ’ down a one way
In my Â’lac front and back
Over train tracks
On yak and herb nigga swerve
It getÂ’s on my nerves
Banked my danas on the curb
In the gutta lane
IÂ’m butta man
Foot to the floÂ’
What you want from the stoÂ’
IÂ’m broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single
CominÂ’ from ingle (foe life) is my jingle
Seen yoÂ’ bitch at the stoÂ’ coulda took her
But niggas start to handcuff they hoes like t.j. hooker
Fool iÂ’ma vet you can bet
That I can dance underwater and not get wet
ItÂ’s the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap
Everybody run when I bust a cap
PuttinÂ’ inglewood up on the map
Look at what I do when I pull my strap
Bust 2 rounds nigga about to clown
Bitch hit the silent alarm itÂ’s goinÂ’ down

Chorus

Foe life foe life
Mack 10 cominÂ’ through the hood with stripes
(repeat)

Verse 2

Khacki suit ski mask is my attire
With my luck cut my chucks on the barbed wire
Fool where ya keep the rims and tires
Â’fo yoÂ’ life expires IÂ’m as nutty as michael myers
DidnÂ’t think about the rottweiler
A lot of stiches in the ass
Blood in the impala
SittinÂ’ in the county with a gold record
Ice cube send me pictures of bitches naked
Caught with a contraband in my hand
Mack 10 take the stand
Your honor iÂ’ma changed man
So please let me go so I can flow
Got a show had to ask my p.o. can I go
And if he say no iÂ’ma have to say
Bitch get out the car slow
And leave ya fuckinÂ’ dough
Â’cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world
Let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl

Chorus

Verse 3

Call 911 thereÂ’s a son of a bitch on the roof
Yarned up in his birthday suit
(mack 10 to the rescue)
My momma wanna know why I do what I do
Â’cause IÂ’m superman superbad supermad superfly
Fool you can die
ThereÂ’s gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
And IÂ’m at home sewing stripes on
Cause IÂ’m the general and youÂ’s a stowaway
Â’bout to buck you down with this throw away
With no serial number itÂ’s the summer
Where niggas die
ItÂ’s hotter than july
You better stay low foÂ’ you get a halo
Plus wings and a gown when I come around
So take 10 paces
And try to guess the color of my shoelaces
Chorus with ad libs Â’til end