*car speeds off*
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Verse One: WC
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*police sirens throughout song*
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Last man standin', I'm shot
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But I can't fear bleedin'
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My nigga's face down, stretched out, no longer breathin'
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I'm speedin', pump eatin', swervin' in the G and
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Red & blue lights and squad cars is all I'm seein'
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I told you motherfuckers "No moves, no altercations"
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Now it's half a tank a gas and a hostage situation
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I'm facin', 25, with the 'L' so I'm stompin'
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I can't shake One-Time bitch, I swear I'm dumpin'
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Helicopters trailin' my ass, won't surrender
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Only thang I'm givin' up is hollow points and middle fingers (fuck y'all!)
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Whoever set this shit the fuck up, done got us fucked up
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Runnin' outta time, and shit outta luck
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Take that! *2 gunshots*
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I ain't goin' down mothafucka'!
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Take this! *2 gunshots*
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My car roof could suck my dick!
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I'm on a high-speed chase, with two money bags, *woman screams* and a
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screamin' ass BITCH
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It's All Bad!
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Chorus: WC w/ cops
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[cops] "Possible 211 suspect driving southbound on the 215 driving an '84
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Cutlass Supreme. Believed to be armed. Please proceed with caution."
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[WC] It's All Bad!
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[cops] "Everyone proceed with caution, suspect is believed to be a black male
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carrying female hostage. We got a runner fellas."
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[WC] It's All Bad!
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Verse Two: WC
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They trynna cut me off against the gutta' lane
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Trynna run these motherfuckers to the border man
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Side-swiped the mothafuckin' El Camino!
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Trynna get my black ass up outta San Bernadino
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I catch the 215, to the 405
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I'm catchin' hell trynna make it to the 5 I line!
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They cut me off again I got to go the other way
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Channel 5 in the sky we'll take *helicopter sounds* 'em through L.A.
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*woman screams throughout* Quit screamin' BITCH (shut the fuck up!)
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Ho' you slowin' me down, they ain't thinkin' 'bout yo' ass SHUT THE FUCK UP
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now!
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The bitch didn't budge, so I shot her, *woman stops screaming* "Bla! Bla!"
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*with 2 gunshots* (stupid!)
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(Fuck, take a look at you now!)
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I kicked the door open *door opens*, threw her body on the freeway
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Continued the chase, wiped the blood *door closes* off my face
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Lookin' for an exit as soon as I reloads my mag' *reloads mag*
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*car horns throughout* Stuck in heavy traffic...
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Nigga It's All Bad!
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Chorus: WC w/ cops
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*car horns and helicopter sounds*
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[cops] *unitelligible* "Suspect has just thrown female hostage on the side of
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the 605 freeway. We now have him in heavy traffic on the 105 heading
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westbound."
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[WC] It's All Bad!
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[cops] "Looks like he's trying pulling 1-8 10 and Central. He might try and
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make a run for it. Don't let him get away. Take this fucker."
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[WC] It's All Bad!
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Verse 3: WC
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Now it's time for me to make my getawaaaaaay!
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Fuck a hostage, I'm doin' this the nigga waaaaaay!
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I jumped out the car, and started squezzin' the trigga'
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*8 gunshots* (bla! bla! bla! bla!)
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And duckin' at 'em, I'm bustin' at 'em, laughin' at 'em, trynna splat 'em,
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cussin at 'em
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Like a true fuckin' G is supposed ta
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I'm bustin' at the helicopter as I get closa'
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Trynna shake 'em off my tail
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I make's my way to the side of the freeway
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Now I'm climbin' over the guard rail
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I'm a felon, I can't take no shorts
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I'm runnin' down Imperial past Imperial Courts
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Stop to catch my breath 'til I heard the dogs barkin'
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Now a nigga's runnin' past a nigga's [?]cigardens[?]
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I hear the helicopter closin' in, yellin' "freeze"
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But I'm yellin' back "fuck you!", hittin' 'em up with C's (fuck yaa'll!)
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A beautiful day for dyin', nigga I'm hearin' sirens
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On sight, no warnins that these coward's 'll be firin'
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I made my way to Avalon
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Peepin' any, get in the corner
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I got's ta think quick, or I'm a goner
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Saw this nigga slippin' in a '98 Ac-Right
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*gun cocks, followed by a gunshot* (Get the fuck out!)
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Left him bleedin' at the light!
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Now it's back on, the money bag full of riches
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Fuck One-Time, that get in my way, I'm killin' these bitches
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I'm doin' 85 loc, these fools can't touch me
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Came across Western, hit the back at Kentucky
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Fish trailin', mashin' on my bra |