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