Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean) No matter what I do, they got a nigga still runnin' from the police (Put them motherfuckin Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)
Verse One: Dramacydal
I ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles for some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight It's on me, but if I die bury me a motherfuckin G A open casket on them bastards so they all remember me With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece Thug Life motherfucker gotta me runnin' from the *police*
Nigga, you know that's true Catch a nigga like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew Every damn day parlay with my glass of Re The O.J. and it's all OK 'til that fuckin fake cop got to play the man Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand Damn, I hope it don't spill Nigga chill, shit is real cock back my steel
Still runnin' from the police I gets no sleep I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo But I ain't no motherfuckin track star, pig's got a Jeep like Big Mouth, runnin through motherfucker's backyards So I, grabs my piece before I flee And instead of me runnin', these bitches is runnin' from me Lick shots hits spots off on my piece Cause a nigga like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the police
Interlude: Don Gargon ?? (this is a very rough guess)
I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco lay, they tried to cock me, but them can't gun store When a batty bwoy do it from the mob Ahh, pull up your pants then you screw an left squad Look around, look around, punk police While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test Look around, look around, punk police Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is best
Verse Two: Stretch, Notorious B.I.G.
Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane on them suckers with my nigga Biggie Smalls causin ruckus
Check it, I grew up a fuckin screwup Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank White
And we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock And we gettin it, the dirty cops are jealous so they sweatin it I'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke and provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide We keepin it real, fuck how you feel, Biggie pass the steel Let's serve these motherfuckers slugs as a fuckin meal
We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops on the milk box missin Show they toes you know they got stepped on A fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon Run from the police picture that, nigga I'm too fat I fuck around and catch a asthma attack (*heavy breathing*) That's why I bust back, it don't phase me When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight Laid back, I got some money to make, motherfucker
Interlude: Don Gargon ?? (again this is a very rough guess)
Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice They try to cock me, but them can't gun store What about they come to hold up me North Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck Look around, look around, punk police Was about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop me Look around, look around, punk police Me haf to blast back, cause blast back best
Verse Three: 2Pac
They got me runnin' from the five-oh duckin and dodgin in my survival The Benzo and I let off with my nine, hoe I'm movin swifter than the next nigga, no time for sex Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next Nigga, my homey slipped and now he pays the price He did a driveby, sixteen, now he's doin triple life Tell me is it me or my upbringin I split that dove shit Nigga motherfuck singin, I hope you got your Timberlands on tight, cause I ain't givin up I'd rather duck these motherfuckers all night I'm runnin' through the projects, beyotch They'll never catch me Cause I'm loc'd and trigger happy on the, sneotch Don't say you never heard of me, til they murder me, I'm a legend Do Thug Niggas go to heaven? I'm rollin with the thorough heads We gettin ghost on them hoes and yo I got no love for the five-oh I'm runnin' from the police
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