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Verse: 1
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17 shots in my clip
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I¡¯m rolling through my hood muthafuckas dont trip
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Then I saw the Liquor Store where they shot lil¡¯ Joe,
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hanging out the window, puffin¡¯ on some Indo.
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The owners on his knees and he¡¯s out in the front
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Cleaning up the blood from lil¡¯ Joe, I dropped my blunt.
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All Joe wanted was a 6-pack of Bud, but the owners fingers
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itched
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Now my homies in the Mud.
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I pulled out my nine, without even thinking.
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Plus I was high as a kite and I¡¯ve been drinking.
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Only three blocks from the police station
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but I pulled the trigger three times no hesitation.
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As I sped away I put the Nine at my hip
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I only got 14 shots in my clip, Now.
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The cops was on my ass in ¡®Bout a minute
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It¡¯s all about a foot game I knows I¡¯m gonna win it.
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I¡¯m hopping over walls, dodging little dogs
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Then I got ghost like a phantom in the fog
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I¡¯m hiding in the bushes, Shooting at the coppers
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Then I took five shots, I¡¯m hiding from the lights on the
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choppers.
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and I know I¡¯m facing death, I made it to my hina¡¯s pad nine
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shots left.
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Chorus: x2
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It¡¯s a trip, betta not slip
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just a little story about a gloc 9 clip
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Verse: 2
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I¡¯m the type of Vato that never had a good day
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I gotta watch my back when I creep through my hood, ey!
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I woke up in the morning, I¡¯m next to my hina
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Baby wake up Yo!, and then I got behind her
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You should of seen that ass, I was just about to pound it
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Then I heard the cops say 'We got the place surrounded'
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'Come out with your hands up son'
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Then I broke the window with the butt of my gun.
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I fired at the cops (blast, blast,... blast, blast)
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I used up four of my shots
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I got the gloc 17 with the hollow points
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fuck these mutha fuckas so, I spark me up a joint
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I only got five shots,... 25 cops
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The man with the mega-phone resembles my pops
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So I, Took him out with a shot to the chest
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Stupid muthafucka forgot his vest
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Oh, Shit
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I better not slip, I only got four shots left in my clip,
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Now
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The SWAT team came I better think fast
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Here comes the tear gas thats my ass
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I¡¯m out the back I almost made it
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but the cops black German shepherd means I¡¯m faded
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Then I had to think of my lucky # 7
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I shot him three times and sent his ass to doggy heaven
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Yo!, here come the pigs think quick
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I pointed my nine but the gat went click
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Then I felt my body get num,and it¡¯s a trip
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Just a little story about a gloc nine clip.
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Chorus: x 4
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17 Shots
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| A.L.T. |
