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Five minutes to flush
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Nature:
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They say they just wanna question me the interuption
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4 in the morning they knocked and caught me fuckin'
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Throw on something mad provocative play with the top lock
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Buy me some time so I can hide the shit kinda quick
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Move the guns clip the herb
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They got me shook up plus my nut was disturbed
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Hide the chocolate pickin' up shells form off the carpet
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Baracaiding the door for war like a hostage
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It's my crib, got my name on the lease
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Can't explain niggas just get arrained and released
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But who snitched set me up, I think it's you bitch
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Sacrificing my life for you two kids?
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Truth is, I got a business to lose eyewitness news
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Paper tellin' bitches to move, police turned this into a zoo
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Mad reporters, I laugh as I'm sippin' my brew
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They think they caught us
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Hook:
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4 in the morning Feds are out at the door
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What you gonna do?
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What you gonna do when they come through for you?
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Ooh ee ooh ee ooh ee yeah yeah yeah yeah
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4 minutes left
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Nature:
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About a minute went by they knocked harder
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My bitch went hysterical in shock
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Slapped her to calm her
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4-4 cocked to armor
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It's been a long day now I raid with jakes playin' in the hallway
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It's senseless, enter my crib and can't prevent this
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Blockin' my enterence, trying to knock it off the hindges
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Battering rams coming inches, my hoe was buggin'
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Throw a fit thowin' puttin' coke in the oven
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Like I'm Larry Davis the phone rang some D.A. bitch
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"Nature turn yourself in" I didn't say shit
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Knowin' in my heart I'm a stay rich
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It's abusing, confusing them until they lose patience
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Try to ease up, calm my nerves with the cheeba
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Hoping the door doesn't fall before the keys flush
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Thieves rush, plus the riot squad
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No surrender no retreat shit's deep but times is hard
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Hook
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Nature:
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By the time they had busted in I had touched the cash
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Just flushed the last hundred grams nigga subduct the math
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They made me either that or let them take me
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Still in my night clothes fake like I'm asleep
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Spoke to my rat heard him ask where the coke at
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Predicate felon hope to never go back
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They had survelance aware of all dealings
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Knew about bitches that liked to shoot and loot kept in ceilings
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Searching my spot behind curtains stay cursing
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Chief of police finally meet him in person
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But I just flushed the yayo what could he say do
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Trying to flip on me, once was on the payroll
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Trying to laylow he can't find what he need
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So instead I'm cuffed taken down for some weed
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But it's just for a short say, I call the Firm then emerge
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On the streets to return the next court day
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Hook
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Five Minutes To Flush
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The Firm |