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**** these niggas talkin' 'bout? |
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Damn |
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Police, freeze |
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I said freeze, you miserable black son of a bitch |
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I started out with six bullets but I ended up with zip |
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Gave my Glock 17 to my roadie, 'cause it's fully loaded |
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Creepin', never sleepin', duckin' and divin', as I do my thang |
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Left my gang at the shack, some of my niggas was left on the track |
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Boomin' dope, never soap, but them folks set up a raid |
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All them dealers dropped they dope and got my cousin caught that day |
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Now he's down in 2-0-1, ain't no fun, had a gun |
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Forty rocks, plus he got charged for the shit they dropped |
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Narcs, better known as cops, in the ghetto; yeah, the metro |
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Bitches got me fed up 'cause I think it was a set up |
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Anyway, I gots no time to be tryin' to play Sherlock |
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So I got my Glock with six shells, finna break him out of jail |
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Drivin' down the highway, mane, speedin', and this shit at risk |
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Got off at the Union exit, eyes red 'cause I'm pissed |
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Scopin' out them police cars, I ain't scared 'cause I'm hard |
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Smokin' indo, thinkin', I gots to get him off that fourth floor |
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Walked up to the door, broke out runnin' past the check-out cop |
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Metal detector goin' off because I shot that chrome Glock "Stop, freeze" |
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Bitch, please, hit the elevator fast |
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Fourth floor, gimme the keys warden, please, don't make me blast |
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Get your ass up mane |
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Now we runnin' deep as hell through downtown, in a lie |
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Gotta hit the highway home, free from the county |
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Flat foot runnin' while I'm gunnin' 'cause them folks put out an APB |
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Back up in the Hooptie, but like always it wouldn't crank |
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So we jumped out with the jailbirds, hopped into a bank |
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I don't want no money, all I need is one of these nigga's cars (Tommy, look out) *gunshot* |
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I shot the damn security guard |
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Jumped into his pickup while they stick up all the bank tellers |
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All the jailbirds jumped in the back with the money sacks |
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Now I'm down to four bullets, but I had to use the fourth |
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Shot one of them convicts, found out he was 5-0 through my source |
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Ballin', tryna leave that bitch while everybody split the cash |
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But I saw blue lights in the rearview, mane, so I punched the gas |
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Knowin' I'm in trouble, thoughts of givin' up crossed my mind |
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They got our ass this time |
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MPD blocked off the street, but we jumped out of the truck |
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Put a brick up on the gas and let the truck slam in they ass |
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Now everybody on foot through the woods |
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Mane, we had to break out runnin' |
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Gave them niggas a hug, mane, and said: |
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"Good luck, it's time for gunnin'" |
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Yeah, that's my story of first degree |
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Yeah, but tell them bitches how you be runnin' and gunnin', Marco |
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Duckin' and dodgin' from them folks, with my nigga, Tommy Wright |
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Jumpin' them fences, hittin' them ditches, tryna stay away from that light |
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Can't get caught, so I'm vampin' fast, crawlin' through some tall grass |
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If them po-po's catch my ass, they might try to put me in a body bag |
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Grippin' that Glock, I can't stop 'til I reach my ****in' block |
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If they yell out, "Freeze" I squeeze the trigger, one more cop get shot |
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Hit the cut, duck and creep, tryna make it to the next street |
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Now they rollin' three cars deep, thinkin' they finna catch a G |
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Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it |
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'Cause I vamp like Flash on they ass, or better yet, Carl Lewis |
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First degree is known to break, right in front of them bitches face |
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'Cause they tryna gimme a case, that I don't want, so let's race |
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I'm gon' win, again and again, 'cause I know these ****in' streets |
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Leavin' these bitches upset, when I jet, dust is all they see |
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Clever like a fox, **** them narcs, I'm leavin' them hoes so fast |
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Point blank range when I aim that .44 to your ****in' face |
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Think I'm playin'? I don't joke, I love the smell of gun smoke |
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Once again it's on, grippin' the tone, runnin' from them folks |
