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Cops Runnin' After Ya |
| I’m a bird with a fix |
| I lay with the roaches |
| My 85 Cutlass red and it be smoking |
| Posting and hustling |
| Struggling and plugging |
| Mean muggin and thuggin and cursing out you cop suckers |
| My all black soldier Reebok’s with the bubble gum sole |
| Good for walking and running from the dumb ass popos |
| Mo hustling slicker than Earl, colder than furl |
| Trying to get a little something something in this cold cold world |
| Everybody and they mama out here shooting game |
| Perpetrating and faking, even the got damn preacher man |
| Gangstas harmonizing like my nigga Mo B |
| Prime Suspects, 3rd ward soldiers |
| Living raw better have my boulders |
| Shooting dog water all ya’l back up call |
| Rob with Silkk up in the Viper |
| Can’t catch me, I know they don’t like me |
| Get it how ya live how we live be raw |
| I ain’t bout being broke crooked officer |
| One more strike a nigga out of this bitch |
| Coppers on my ass I gotta think real quick |
| Trying to make it over for that LAP |
| Plus its dark in the trees, gone cushion the seat |
| For a smooth getaway, at least that’s what I thought |
| Head up the alleyway they had two more cars |
| (Freeze mothafucka freeze, oh shit he’s armed and dangerous) |
| I know that I’m a die if I let them coppers get me |
| My oozie got 32 rounds I’m taking two of ya bitches with me |
| I refuse to be a victim, going out like Adolf Arjay |
| You got a gun I got a gun I run no more bitch |
| NOPD trying to send me upstate |
| With a murder case, what the fuck |
| Can somebody pick the place |
| No not today I’m gone get mine |
| Never ever dying |
| But if I do than its cool, in between time of food |
| I got away |
| I’m on some other shit |
| Some killed my brother shit |
| I’m out here getting and I’m gone get what I can get |
| Dicksuckers in my mothafucking place though |
| Smiling in my face |
| I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run |
| Millimeter get to bucking your whole body turning numb |
| Now the cops running after me now I can’t cope |
| I hit the parkway when I stash my dope |
| Cause if these pigs catch me slipping or tripping I’m dead |
| No suspects no motives, with two to the head |
| Fuck that I ain’t with it, so I’m gone sell my dope |
| Yes its ran buy boat, but these niggas can’t cope |
| Cause they caught in the dope world |
| Fancy cars, fly clothes daytons and vogues |
| And these fucking pussy popping hoes |
| Them dick suckers fitting to been man they already done had |
| But fuck that I gots this mac so I’m busting back |
| Its hot as fuck, you better duck |
| The last thing in my mind in this world is being locked up |
| I’m on probation, life is what I’m facing |
| In this damn zoo |
| Them boys in blue is always after the crew |
| Because we stay true in doing what we do |
| (25 with a L son) |
| Man fuck you |
| And do this time shit never mind |
| I’d rather rhyme build my client |
| Get mine never blind and pack a nine |
| They never see my desperate signs |
| And fuck a bind |
| They think I’m blind to his kind |
| Crooked as fuck, you out of luck |
| Stuck in this cell, a living hell |
| Bust back, you might as well |
| Peep this I’m clocking figures |
| Pulling triggers on niggas that run up |
| They getting done up |
| From sun down to sun up |
| It don’t stop I’m on the block slanging rocks |
| You crooked cops, they on my jock my Glock |
| You cop catch me now I bust a shot |
| Get it how you live how we live be raw |