Verse 1
    Mack 10 nutty as they come
  leave 'em face down
  and numb from the waist down
  It's a Sunday a gun day
  rollin' down a one way
  in my 'lac front and back
  over train tracks
  On yak and herb nigga swerve
  it get's on my nerves
  banked my Danas on the curb
  In the gutta lane
  I'm butta man
  Foot to the flo'
  what you want from the sto'
  I'm broke as a muthafucka nigga buy my single
  comin' from Ingle (Foe Life) is my jingle
  Seen yo' bitch at the sto' coulda took her
  but niggas start to handcuff they hoes like T.J. Hooker
  Fool I'ma vet you can bet
  that I can dance underwater and not get wet
  It's the nappy headed nigga that can kill and rap
  everybody run when I bust a cap
  puttin' 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 it's goin' down
    Chorus
    Foe life foe life
  Mack 10 comin' 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
  'fo yo' life expires I'm as nutty as Michael Myers
  Didn't think about the Rottweiler
  a lot of stiches in the ass
  blood in the Impala
  Sittin' 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 I'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 I'ma have to say
  bitch get out the car slow
  and leave ya fuckin' dough
  'cause a nigga gotta eat fuck the world
  let the bullets hurl and feed my baby girl
    Chorus
    Verse 3
    Call 911 there'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
  'cause I'm superman superbad supermad superfly
  fool you can die
  There's gonna be a lot of cars with they lights on
  and I'm at home sewing stripes on
  Cause I'm the General and you's a stowaway
  'bout to buck you down with this throw away
  with no serial number it's the summer
  where niggas die
  It's hotter than July
  You better stay low fo' 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 'til end