10 Wanted Men

[Verse 1: Lil Ramsey]
Ten Wanted Men, a clan of killers and pimp niggas
Them players they sweating, 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 they ends
I'm thinking and drinking, full of gin but I'm still banking
No player gotta get it G, so I stay about my daily hustle
Ain't fucked about laymans who dropped this off, that's thеm buffalo busters
I'm reeling them down but I don't fuck with you giggling hoes
You talking about playing cards, I'm talking about kicking in doors
So Tеn 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 fucking bitch
Come up in Four Corners, won't Loko gonna have to shank a trick
Player type niggas chiefing weed and keeping 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 [?]
Mac ain't never lacking a slack and back 'cause we too deep to go
Make a stang or two then get the chewing from a dirty hoe
[?] because these niggas like to catch you slipping 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 letting you know about a group of niggas about 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
[?] 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 [?] bitch we'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: ?]
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 [?]
Niggas be foolish, then where all they go on the street, when they know that a devil [?]
[?] and 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 motherfucking Ten Wanted Men

[Verse 6: Wild Child]
Niggas out there don't dilate my pimping '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 gangsta
A nigga that robbed your ass, take your bitches, say thank ya
I'm always strapped with a pistol grip on my hip
Thoughts you'd slip or I'mma 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: ?]
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, [?]

[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
Lemme 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 filling they fucking head, 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 on [?]
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 nigga

[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 gonna realize, recognize that they categorize
Cap peelers together [?] jeopardize
Can't think 'cause we stay so blank, go stay out of pistol range
[?] for twenty niggas when the pistol stang
[?] 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 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