[Intro]
All units: CODE-4
Suspect's wearin' a black leather jacket, black boots, carryin' a nunchuck
6'3", is in foot pursuit southbound, suspect male black, black jacket and jeans
[Interlude: Tommy Wright III]
Ten Wanted Men (On the run)
The name that got a meanin' to it
Ten Wanted Men, there's ten of us and we all wanted (Ten Wanted Men)
Wanted dead or alive (Wanted dead or alive)
I ain't come up with that name for shit
On the run, don't wanna end up in 2-0-1 Poplar
(Got the darkness over my head)
For my nationwide niggas in Memphis, Tennesse
2-0-1 Poplar, that's the adress of the county prison
(I need to cry but I don't wanna do the time)
You ask me do I think I'm goin'? Shit, I already been, my nigga
[Chorus: 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 2-0-1
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 2-0-1
Runnin' (Runnin', runnin')
[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 nigga riches
On the run, gotta get away from the po-po, Tommy gettin' caught is a no-no
Loco, runnin' out of breath, only one chance left, hit his ass with a blast of a .44
Hide out, time for me to ride out, I slide out a clip for a grip, put it back full of hollow tips
Then I shoot, a stranger to end his pain, but never fearin' danger, one in the chamber
Gotta be down to kill when I peel a nigga cap I kinda stab a nigga slug in his back
Niggas in Memphis thought Tommy was phony, niggas in the hood didn't believe I was Wanted
'Cause a nigga tried to go straight just sellin' tapes, Chris shootin' niggas, 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 'caine
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
[Chorus: Tommy Wright III]
' 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 2-0-1
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 2-0-1
Runnin' (Runnin', runnin')
[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
Nigga like me, I stung you bitches, fillin' up ditches kind of thug
South Memphis Hill Bound niggas pullin' them triggers, nigga, it ain't no love
Gotta get out of this neighborhood, gotta light green of Preston
Finna get robbed, chillin' with C to the 8, ain't wanna hold up and drinkin' on Paul Masson
Come with the hollow points, take off my Bone
How in the fuck can I get away, fool?
Tellin' me that I should turn myself in but a nigga like me just don't play this shit cool
[Verse 3: Mac Ran]
Conin', bonin' for the nine, Mizzac Rizzan', I'm the man
Stackin' grips, makin' chips, hustlin' anyway I can
Riverside's where I creep, takin' a cruise 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 P's
Q's, tips, hustle, take yo' pick, nigga, all I'm bringin'; cheese
Zero tolerance fucked me up, got me runnin' in the wind
Will these hizzoes cizzatch me? 'Cause Mizzac Ran don't chin and grin
[Verse 4: Mac T Dog]
Everyday, every night on the run, Mac T Dog got the gun
Cockin' the Glock to your head as I bail
These folks got me fucked up, I can't go no jail
Mac T Dog in this bitch for the '96, breakin' bad through the alleyway, gettin' away quick
Scoopin' up niggas 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 sucker-ass coppers or hide and seek choppers, I'm leavin' up blood
Step in the scene with the .44, creepin' up on a ho, strapped like Jab with the dumb-dun
Pop in a clip when I let then thang rip, Mac T Dog on a run
[Chorus: 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 2-0-1
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 2-0-1
Runnin' (Runnin', runnin')
[Verse 5: 2-Faced]
A murderous killer makin' 'em feel a silver bullet, I'm poppin' my pistol
Fizzour-nickel, leavin' them bigger niggas restin' in peace in rivers
I deliver like Western Union, movin' them bricks on [?] nigga
Runnin' from the cops and narcs, my .45 Glock be raisin' hell
Load up the twelve, jump in the bucket, police be creepin' but I'm yellin', "Fuck it"
2-Faced the killer, cap peeler, my nigga be squeezin' the trigger, went on makin' duckets
Stuck in the game, tryna maintain, thoughts of mizzurder be up in my brain
Zero tizzolerance up in my residence, I want these presidents, got me insane
[Verse 6: K-Rock]
Comin' up outta the crib, I'm packin' the pistol grip, strapped with my vest
Undercover narcs on the block strapped with the Glock
Runnin' in the wind, MAC-10 with a back-up for the rocks
Street Smart, K-Rock bring the pain like Pac
Chop a cop with the Glock, gotta make a heart stop
Back on the block, 'bout to numb up my shit, it's gettin' hot [?] K-Rock
Dodgin' them hollow points, coppers be blastin', harassin' my family
Take off the light with the [?] my life [?] after a killin'
I bet you you busters can't lock up a villain
Crooked ass coppers they chasin' me, know that me runnin' and gunnin'
I'm waned for murder, when witnesses talkin' shit, better hit K-Rock and deal with the Mafia Three 6
On my way out of the liquor store I see the po-po's they [?]
Drop off the Hennessy as they come after me, Tennessee troopers got pictures of me
K-Rock my name, on a run to the stang
I don't just rap but I shoot with them thangs
Shootin' me up me block, with a mean 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' your life to immortal eternity
Bailin' and swellin', no time for no jailin', K-Rock go and make 'em [?] strapped with a gun
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, Ten Wanted Men niggas on the motherfuckin' run
[Chorus: 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 2-0-1
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 2-0-1
[Outro: Tommy Wright III]
They got ya boy Tommy Wright on the run
I'm on the run from Bloods, 'cause Bloods think I'm a Crip
I'm on the run from Crips, 'cause Crips think I'm a Blood
And I'm on the run from Vice Lords, 'cause they think I am claimin' them
So either way it 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 not one of these motherfuckers
So let this gang rumor end right now
No Bloods, no Crips, no Vice Lords, just Pimps