[Intro: Tommy Wright III]
*All units: code 4. Suspect's wearing a black leather jacket, black boots, carrying a nunchuck
6-3 is in foot pursuit southbound, suspect male black, black jacket and jeans*
Ten Wanted Men (On the run)
[?] Ten Wanted Men ((?))
It's ten of us and we all wanted (Ten Wanted Men)
Wanted dead or alive, I ain't come up with that name for shit
(Wanted dead or alive)
On The Run, don't wanna end up in 201 Poplar
(Got the darkness over my head)
For my nationwide n***as in Memphis, Tennesse
((?))
201 Poplar, that's the adress of the county prison
(I need to cry)
You ask me do I think I'm goin'? Shit, I already been my n***a
(But I don't wanna do the time)
[Hook: Tommy Wright III] 2x
Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back cause police comin'
Ain't no fun on the run but I don't wanna end up in 201
Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back cause police comin'
Ain't no fun on the run but I don't wanna end up in 201
[Verse 1: Tommy Wright III]
Killin' these bitches and leavin' these snitches in ditches when they tell my business
Vampin', creepin' through the dark in your backyard, oh my god, as I start take a n***a riches
On the run, gotta get away from the po-po, Tommy gettin' caught is a no-no
Loco, running out of breath, only one chance left, hit his ass with a blast of a .44
Hide out, time for me to ride out, slide out a clip for a grip, put it back full of hollow tips
Then I shoot, a stranger, his pain but never burn danger, one in da chamber
Gotta be down to kill when I peel a n***a cap I kinda stab a n***a slug in his back
N***as in Memphis thought Tommy was phony, n***as in the hood didn't believe I was Wanted
Cause a n***a tried to go straight just sellin' tapes, Chris shootin' n***as, play slugs got a straight ace
Soon as I tried to change, 5-0 ran me down, same thang so I’m back to sellin 'cain
Money won't rearrange me, I will never change G, just for a minute had to chill
On the run from the narcs and the cops hot, Tommy Wright still real, still kill, still trill
[Hook: Tommy Wright III]
Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back cause police comin'
Ain't no fun on the run but I don't wanna end up in 201
Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back cause police comin'
Ain't no fun on the run but I don't wanna end up in 201
[Verse 2: Project Pimp]
Project Pimp on the run, police got me hidin', got me scared
Ridin' around in my neighborhood, police talkin' 'bout they gotta find my ass
N***a like me, I stung you bitches, fillin' up ditches kind of thug
South Memphis hill bound n***as pullin' them triggers, n***a it ain't no love
Gotta get out of this neighborhood, gotta light green of Preston, finna get robbed
Chillin' with C to the A, [?] drinkin' on Paul Masson
Come with the hollow points [?], how in the fuck can I get away fool?
Tellin' me that I should turn myself in but a n***a like me just don't play this shit cool
[Verse 3: Mac Ren]
Conin', bonin' for the nine, m-izz-ack gr-izz-in, I'm the man
Stackin' grips, makin' chips, hustlin' anyway I can
Riverside's where I creep, takin' them cruisers through the hood
Seein' thugs up on the track, ghetto love it's all good
Everytime you see Mac Ren, one man gang, I'm on my (?)
(?) hustle, take yo' pick n***a (?) cheese
(?) fucked me up, got me runnin' in the wind
Will these h-izz-oes c-izz-atch me cuz M-izz-ac Ren (?)
[Verse 4: Mac T Dog]
Everyday, every night on the run, Mac T Dog got the gun
Cockin' the Glock to yo' head as I bail, these folks got me fucked up, I can't go to jail
Mac T Dog in this bitch for the '96, breakin' bad through the alleyway, gettin' away quick
Scoopin' up n***as who talkin' with triggers, I cappin' them bitches and leavin' 'em sick
Breakin' bad through the woods, crossed a field to the hood
Poppin' and droppin' these sucka ass coppers (?) blood
Step in the scene with the .44, creepin' up on a hoe, strapped (?) with the damn gun
Pop in a clip when I let this thang rip, Mac T Dog on a run
[Hook: Tommy Wright III]
Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back cause police comin'
Ain't no fun on the run but I don't wanna end up in 201
Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back cause police comin'
Ain't no fun on the run but I don't wanna end up in 201
[Verse 5: 2-Faced]
A nervous killer makin' 'em feel a silver bullet, I'm poppin' my pistol
F-izz-oe never leavin' (?) n***as (?)
I deliver like Western Union (?)
Runnin' from the cops and narcs, my .45 Glock be raisin' hell
Load up the 12, jump in the bucket, police be creepin' but I'm yellin': "Fuck it!"
2-Faced the killer, cap peeler, my n***a be squeezin' that trigger (?)
Stuck in the game, tryna maintain, (?) be up in my brain
(?) got me insane
[Verse 6: K-Rock]
Comin' up outta the crib, I'm packin' my pistol grip strapped with my vest
Undercover narcs on the block strapped with the Glock, runnin' in the wind, MAC-10 (?)
Street Smart, K-Rock bring the pain like Pac, drop a cop with the Glock, gotta make a heart stop
Back on the block (?) shit is gettin' hot (?) K-Rock
Dodgin' them hollow points coppers be blastin', harassin' my family (?) my life (?) bustas can't lock up a villain
Crooked ass coppers they chasin' me, (?) runnin' n gunnin' (?) murder a witness that's talkin' shit 'bout a hit K-Rock had did with the Mafia Three 6
On my way out of the liquor sto', I see the popos (?)
Drop off the Hennessy as they come after me, Tennessee troopers got pictures of me
K-Rock my name on the run through this thang, I don't just rap but I shoot with them thangs
Shootin' me up me block witha me Glock, I'm the man known K-Rock
Subliminal criminal killer, I'm sendin' 'em straight to the bottom of hell with the devil
The 5-0 be burnin', a lesson you learnin', I'm turnin' yo' life to immortal eternity
Bailin' (?) no time (?) K-Rock come from (?) strapped with a gun
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, Ten Wanted Men n***as on the mothafuckin' run
[Hook: Tommy Wright III]
Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back cause police comin'
Ain't no fun on the run but I don't wanna end up in 201
Runnin' while I'm gunnin', can't look back cause police comin'
Ain't no fun on the run but I don't wanna end up in 201
[Outro: Tommy Wright III]
They got ya boy Tommy Wright on the run
I'm on the run from Bloods cuz Bloods think I'm a Crip
I'm on the run from Crips cuz Crips think I'm a Blood
And I'm on the run from Vice Lords cuz they think I am claimin' them
So either way I go I'm a dead man
But if I was in a gang I'm man enough to say I am
I ain't scared of anyone of these mothafuckas
So let this gang rumor end right now
No Bloods, no Crips, no Vice Lords, just PIMPS
