10 Wanted Men

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Ramsey] Ten Wanted Men, a clan of killers and pimp niggas Them players they sweatin', try a clique of straight serial killers The feds and the DEA got our names at the top of the list Them player hatin' bitches wanna step, but our shit legit All my niggas be staying strapped at your clique with the AK cocked I'm high as a motherfucker, make a move and you'll hear it pop Most niggas that disrespect get caught up in the end, I'm stangin' I'm thinkin' and drinkin', full of gin but I'm still banking No player gotta get it G, so I stay 'bout my daily hustle Ain't fucked about lemons who droppеd this off, that's them buffalo busters I'm reeling them down but I don't fuck with you giggling hoеs You talking 'bout playing cards, I'm talking 'bout kicking in doors So Ten Wanted Men, we gathered together so bitches bar You're mad, just jealous, it ain't no love, yeah we snatching cars Forever I swear, try to stack a bank and that shit too thick Lil Ramsey ain't fucked up, so you hoes get off my dick [Verse 2: Princess Loko] Nine wanted men and a lady in this fuckin' bitch Come up in Four Corners, won't Loko gon' have to shank a trick Player type niggas chiefin' weed and keepin' me so high Bow down to this clique you hoe, I kill you then I watch you die Everlasting pimping game, my nigga speed up on you hoes Tommy Wright, T Dog, my nigga Al with the [?] loced Mac ain't never lackin' or slackin' back 'cause we too deep to go Make a stang or two then get the chewing from a dirty hoe Click this [?] 'cause these niggas like to catch you slippin', G Make a skip straight to your grave, have no sympathy 'cause that's just me Bound to send you to the morgue, that's how you go down if you see Every time you see a nigga, players always coming deep Tom be in my drawers, that's everyday, Loko don't trust these folks None of you clever ass bitches, all you wannabe jealous hoes I'm just lettin' you know about a group of niggas 'bout they hustle Ain't tryna think two times for breaking bitches, they just wanna bust a Nut in your face, drop your cheese, making plenty of ends Loko's on a mission to get it pimping with Ten Wanted Men [Verse 3: Tommy Wright III] Wanted by the feds, wanted by the narcs, Ten Wanted Men can't be stopped Glizzock pizzop, bodies drop, cocked and close, snubbed nose Runnin', gunnin' on the chase, lock down is where we're based Ten Wanted Men won't give in, 'cause we're bound to catch a case Tall tree, STC, Hypeville, Summerville 201 the penal farm, I'd rather be in Pimpin'ville Real trill, laying low, backstreets is where we roll A hundred miles and running to Four Corners since somebody told Tommy Wright on the run, five warrants got me stressed Posters hanging downtown with the red word for my arrest Roll block want me to stop, to me that means punch the gas Roll the window down, put the cigarette out for the brake 'cause I wanna go real fast Blast on they ass zip 'em in the fucking body bag If you see Ten Wanted Men, call 528-CASH [Verse 4: Mac T-Dog] Jack a nigga, stab a nigga, grippin' a ten, gettin' a win Can't go home, shit it's on, hit into a danger zone Glock on my hip, it's that creep on the backstreets Park the '94 five-point-oh, and then quick me a Cherokee Federals ain't quick, looking for these bitches that tried to shoot me, T When I catch 'em slipping, watch I'll send them busters six feet deep Coming down McLemore, my nigga bumpin', pimpin' hoe Fuckers step too wrong, bitch you're going to your funeral Then I hit the D-O-P-E-T-R-A-C-K you bitch Slangin' on a quarter key, making my fucking pockets deep Nine is key, go on a five-point-oh death, bled out, blinding folks Fuck about, lemme pimp it bitch, I bet your ass be dissin' hoe Rolling through Four Corners, bumping Marvin Gaye [?] Quick to getting your shit trick with that motherfucking Smith & Wesson, bitch Niggas on my dick 'cause I got it made in the shade Why you running your fucking mouth, Lil Mac T-Dog, get paid Hoe, I'm finna pimp a junt, sleeping on them fucking jeans Glizzock on my hip, trizzicks don't fuck with the Ten Wanted Men [Verse 5: Project Pimp] For the love of money, bitch I'm having thoughts of spilling your blood Cases of that Miller, plus my clip is filled with silver slugs Bullets come for chasing niggas, sticking, digging in your ass Pockets flat from gambling, now I'm reaching for that Jason mask Jumping up in the Chevy, I hit the bump and stomped until it peeled Pistol by my dick and now I'm scoping out these hoes on bill Niggas be foolish, then where all they go on the street, when they know that a devil like he Bounce and then give me your jewelry bitch Don't hesitate hoe, you ain't my nig Still go right behind 'em, put that forty-four up to his neck Bitch you better hurry up before I bloody that Tommy set Dropped it off his head but I won't sweat it, but hoe I want your life It's all that got you fucked up, so you know you gotta pay the price Took a couple of [?], then I shot one time Lying face down on the ground, he wasn't moving 'cause I hit that spine Running with a shiny ass chrome forty-four in my hands and I buck it up in the wind Bitches get up off my dick, I'm down with the motherfuckin' Ten Wanted Men [Verse 6: Wild Child] Niggas out there don't violate my pimpin' 'cause you will get hurt Niggas will slip and then I pop in the clip and I'll bury these bitches up under the dirt Blast that ass on them fools that wanna trip like a lunatic Ten Wanted Men, who are we and you know this shit is thick T-Dog, Kingpin got my motherfucking back Creep in and peep, we whooping them bitches, we robbing them nigga, we cool like that Coming straight out of the overlook, a promise where we hang at Niggas that come on our turf talking shit, you will get jacked You might think I'm wrong but this shit is way too thick Please don't violate or you'll be a dead bitch These words coming from a real motherfucking gangster A nigga that robbed your ass, take your bitches, say thank ya I'm always strapped with a pistol grip on my hip Thought you'd slip or I'ma let these motherfucking bullets rip In your ass, make you think about the past, stupid ass fool Niggas out in the world need they motherfucking ass too Already been schooled by my motherfucking thirty, bro Hoe did you know, I don't think so, could you get here with just forty-four Get in, get in, get in where you fit in Wild Child is my name and I'm down with the motherfucking Ten Wanted Men [Verse 7: Kingpin] Get the Ten Wanted Men, real niggas just breaking bones You tricks don't step too close, 'cause buster we're packing tone Spaced out, so blanked out, yeah we high as a motherfucker Ten killers and cap peelers finna buck down some silly suckers But Tommy, he got that gat, Lil Ramsey gonna load that hog A nine up to your spine, Four Corners, they got them y'all You bitches bow down boy, come player, we're coming deep A thug life I got to live, we're raised up in the OMP [?] is where I dwell, stay smoking that marijuana Anytime they get buck wild and do what the fuck we wanna T-Dog and Tommy Wright, Lil Wild Child is smoking sack My go by is Kingpin, I'm down with Ten Wanted Men [Verse 8: Troublemaker] Ten Wanted Men, running through this bitch with a Tec-9 Cock the Glock, another cop, a drive-by, don't give a fuck about the white swine Ballin' in the '73, smoked out as hell Hella cops is on my ass and I have no choice but to bail Hell, I can't get caught up in this fucked up society Fuck them bitches, I kill them bitches before I let them hoes have me Down in the Mound, kicking in my motherfucking front door So I'm packing my shit and moving [?], when I'm still on the run, hoe Some nigga must have snitched 'cause them bitches still riding the dick Of a international hustler post countries slangin' yam bitch Blasting on these bitches that sleep with these player hater imitators Walking around, calling a cop like them punk motherfuckers don't fade us Running through the cut, a cop pulled a shotgun out point blank range So I stopped and fell back and pulled my shit out and let them hollow points way They'll end that bitch, might fuck his shit, player got a stash rolled Back in the Mound on the track gettin' my serve on Now my face is shown on the news, I'm still on my hustle, fuck catching a blue I'm one of the Ten Wanted Men, [?] stayin' on the [?] [Verse 9: 1st Degree] 1st Degree is on the stang with my weapon inflicting pain Blood and murder ain't no thing, I'm leaving them slugs in his brain Let me get a hit off that dope, cough and choke, now I'm finna get crunk Twelve o'clock on the dime, the trick got shot when I unloaded the pump To his face, found the place, pimps don't need no murder case When I be full of that fuckin' hay, dispose of you bitches like waste Leaving no trace for them folks, so they can never catch me slip If they do, I'm ready to shoot, I'm keeping that thing on my hip So don't trip, I'm hittin' the range, full of the ten, grippin' the gauge 1st Degree is on the creep, making them stangs, I gotta get paid Niggas get played, but I won't go, steadily making my cash flow You just heard the mentality of the ninth most wanted niggaroo [Verse 10: Undacova] Four Corners and OMP dipping [?] AKA will kill our thugs, robbers, Ten Wanted Men, G From busters all on our nuts, get back 'cause you can't compete You cannot hang, so send these suckers, just take a seat Smoke a blunt, now get real crunk, inhale through my fucking lungs A gun through my nose from the po, got my whole body numb We ready to do our dirt, strapped up 'cause mane it's so thick For busters and motherfuckers, shut up bitch, just listen bitch We're killers and dope dealers, the worst kind you ever saw We're chill ass niggas, so you ain't gonna pay the cost So busters gon' realize, recognize that they categorize Cap peelers together [?] jeopardize Can't think 'cause we stay so blank, so stay out of pistol range Can't run and can't hide, from twenty niggas when the pistol stang So [?], [?] your head bust I'm Undacova mane, ain't got no [?] And for Hampton, I step on up, so busters just be concerned Ten Wanted Men, we get so buck and bitches just got to learn We will step to the floor, just give it up 'cause we cracking skulls Forever blasting on bitches 'cause we show no kind of love So wannabe ass niggas don't try to step to this player shit Once again, Ten Wanted Men on the creep, we so real with this pistol click [Outro: Tommy Wright III] Ten Wanted Men, Ten Wanted Men Ten Wanted Men, we never scrap, we'll fill your cap bitch Ten Wanted Men, Ten Wanted Men Ten Wanted Men, on the run with the gun G Ten Wanted Men, Ten Wanted Men Ten Wanted Men, we never scrap, we'll fill your cap bitch Ten Wanted Men, Ten Wanted Men Ten Wanted Men, on the run with the gun G Ten Wanted Men, Ten Wanted Men Ten Wanted Men, we never scrap, we'll fill your cap bitch Ten Wanted Men, Ten Wanted Men Ten Wanted Men, on the run with the gun G Ten Wanted Men, Ten Wanted Men Ten 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