When the West Coast first rose atop the rap industry in the mid-'90s, Mack 10 emerged as one of the coast's most promising talents alongside his longtime associate Ice Cube. The two Los Angeles rappers co-wrote "Foe Life," Mack 10's 1995 breakthrough hit, and united a year later with WC to form the trio Westside Connection, a West Coast gangsta rap supergroup. The Westside Connection album became a sizable hit, rocketing to number two on the Billboard album chart and boasting the anthemic "Bow Down." Mack 10 continued his affiliation with Ice Cube on each successive album while at the same time launching a label of his own, Hoo Bangin' Records. As the '90s came to a close, the rapper's popularity dipped a bit, and he signed with leading Dirty South label Cash Money Records in 2001, where his career underwent some unlikely twists. Born Dedrick D'Mon Rolison in 1971, Mack 10 perpetually represented Inglewood throughout his career, the Los Angeles neighborhood he called home.
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Mack 10
On a high speed chase they recognize my plates
Wanted for a 187 in three states
Got my glock cock, mind is ill mental
Blastin at one time through my back window, shit
Sick individual, murder was my ritual
Mashin in a hard top four, all original
Bout a dozen of cops all behind me
Mad as fuck cause ice cube is my crimey
Like a missile launch led from my pistol
Jumpin hills like the streets of san francisco
Hard tryin to stump him, reload my dumper
Hit the ground, lost my hubcaps and my back bumper
A hundred and ten, westbound on the freeway
Bo guardin traffic cause I do shit the g way
Hard to survive, lit up a 45
No alive instead mack 10 wanted dead
And its on, stick to the fire, loop get me high
Drop the four in low, as I smoke the back tires
Peddle to the floor in a bucket low low
One time trailin, hittin corners, fish tailin
I continue to cap as the gap starts to pull again
Mashin through fullerton, a all points bulletin
Wigs get pilled, nigga, runnin from the kill
Bugs flyin into my grill and windshield
Never see trial, say fck tryin to stretch me
Mack 10 a fuckin dead man if they catch me
Stompin through red lights, no headlights on my vehicle
5150 is my penal code
I empty the clips when I carryem, aimin to buryem
Nigga fresh out the sanitarium
Lapd tryin to blow off my beanie
Want the whole world to see me
Put my face on tv, for real
Fuck this shit, if they catch me ima goner
Runnin for my life, I continue to hit corners
With my heat, 50 rounds deep
Nigga, goin down, holdin trial in the street, fuck it
If its on like that
Its about whos nuts is fat
And whos straightest with they gat, for real
Thats how it be, livin like a g
Its better them than me facin strike number three
Heel no, I cant fuck with the lock down
Mack 10ll grab the mack 10
And set the glock down and Im runnin
Freeze was my order, cappin at they ass
As I hit the border and Im gone