[00:01.580]**** these niggas talkin' 'bout?
[00:02.687]Damn
[00:03.805]Police, freeze
[00:06.790]I said freeze, you miserable black son of a bitch
[00:09.797]I started out with six bullets but I ended up with zip
[00:12.865]Gave my Glock 17 to my roadie, 'cause it's fully loaded
[00:16.507]Creepin', never sleepin', duckin' and divin', as I do my thang
[00:19.957]Left my gang at the shack, some of my niggas was left on the track
[00:23.636]Boomin' dope, never soap, but them folks set up a raid
[00:27.200]All them dealers dropped they dope and got my cousin caught that day
[00:32.626]Now he's down in 2-0-1, ain't no fun, had a gun
[00:34.319]Forty rocks, plus he got charged for the shit they dropped
[00:37.916]Narcs, better known as cops, in the ghetto; yeah, the metro
[00:41.418]Bitches got me fed up 'cause I think it was a set up
[00:44.790]Anyway, I gots no time to be tryin' to play Sherlock
[00:48.060]So I got my Glock with six shells, finna break him out of jail
[00:52.115]Drivin' down the highway, mane, speedin', and this shit at risk
[00:55.599]Got off at the Union exit, eyes red 'cause I'm pissed
[00:59.089]Scopin' out them police cars, I ain't scared 'cause I'm hard
[01:02.669]Smokin' indo, thinkin', I gots to get him off that fourth floor
[01:06.566]Walked up to the door, broke out runnin' past the check-out cop
[01:09.924]Metal detector goin' off because I shot that chrome Glock "Stop, freeze"
[01:13.566]Bitch, please, hit the elevator fast
[01:17.239]Fourth floor, gimme the keys warden, please, don't make me blast
[01:20.640]Get your ass up mane
[01:22.657]Now we runnin' deep as hell through downtown, in a lie
[01:27.767]Gotta hit the highway home, free from the county
[01:31.391]Flat foot runnin' while I'm gunnin' 'cause them folks put out an APB
[01:49.652]Back up in the Hooptie, but like always it wouldn't crank
[01:52.875]So we jumped out with the jailbirds, hopped into a bank
[01:56.409]I don't want no money, all I need is one of these nigga's cars (Tommy, look out) *gunshot*
[02:01.989]I shot the damn security guard
[02:03.653]Jumped into his pickup while they stick up all the bank tellers​
[02:06.986]All the jailbirds jumped in the back with the money sacks
[02:10.619]Now I'm down to four bullets, but I had to use the fourth
[02:14.183]Shot one of them convicts, found out he was 5-0 through my source
[02:17.771]Ballin', tryna leave that bitch while everybody split the cash
[02:21.327]But I saw blue lights in the rearview, mane, so I punched the gas
[02:25.077]Knowin' I'm in trouble, thoughts of givin' up crossed my mind
[02:30.596]They got our ass this time
[02:32.331]MPD blocked off the street, but we jumped out of the truck
[02:35.733]Put a brick up on the gas and let the truck slam in they ass
[02:39.372]Now everybody on foot through the woods
[02:41.448]Mane, we had to break out runnin'
[02:42.953]Gave them niggas a hug, mane, and said:
[02:45.345]"Good luck, it's time for gunnin'"
[02:55.729]Yeah, that's my story of first degree
[02:58.026]Yeah, but tell them bitches how you be runnin' and gunnin', Marco
[03:00.687]Duckin' and dodgin' from them folks, with my nigga, Tommy Wright
[03:03.674]Jumpin' them fences, hittin' them ditches, tryna stay away from that light
[03:07.335]Can't get caught, so I'm vampin' fast, crawlin' through some tall grass
[03:11.403]If them po-po's catch my ass, they might try to put me in a body bag
[03:14.885]Grippin' that Glock, I can't stop 'til I reach my ****in' block
[03:18.521]If they yell out, "Freeze" I squeeze the trigger, one more cop get shot
[03:22.103]Hit the cut, duck and creep, tryna make it to the next street
[03:25.504]Now they rollin' three cars deep, thinkin' they finna catch a G
[03:29.294]Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it
[03:32.838]'Cause I vamp like Flash on they ass, or better yet, Carl Lewis
[03:36.480]First degree is known to break, right in front of them bitches face
[03:39.998]'Cause they tryna gimme a case, that I don't want, so let's race
[03:43.508]I'm gon' win, again and again, 'cause I know these ****in' streets
[03:47.092]Leavin' these bitches upset, when I jet, dust is all they see
[03:50.706]Clever like a fox, **** them narcs, I'm leavin' them hoes so fast
[03:54.468]Point blank range when I aim that .44 to your ****in' face​
[03:57.924]Think I'm playin'? I don't joke, I love the smell of gun smoke
[04:01.651]Once again it's on, grippin' the tone, runnin' from them folks​​