<Calling all units, be on the lookout for a Nissan sedan
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License plates reads: K-O-O-L-G-R-A-P
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Be alert, suspect is armed and extremely dangerous
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And also, he's wanted dead or alive
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Find him...>
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I'm wanted dead or alive
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I stalk the New York sidewalk
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All the girls hawk, but I don't stop to talk
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I keep stepping with a nine on my waistline
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Got 16 shots and I don't waste mine
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Never fess cause I'm dressed with a bulletproof vest
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Try to test, I leave a bloody-ass mess
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Driving a Saab that connects with the mob
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Bank job, plenty niggers I rob
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Blood stains are on my Ballys
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A sucker got rowdy, so I shot him in an alley
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Pumped his face full of dum-dums
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Then left him for the cast of rats and the bums
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Yo a lot of suckers hate me with a passion
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Cause they know I can catch them one night and I ain't flashing
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I got a crazy big posse or should I say a crew?
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Of niggers that belong in the zoo
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Watch you spit up, blood when you get hit up
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One in the head, making sure you don't get up
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This is what happens and nobody can't stop it
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Crackheads searching a dead man's pockets
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Streets are filled with brothers that kill like Illville
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They murdered before and they still will
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Posse's roar in a drug war
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Cause some believe in death before poor
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Shooting galleries, for a rich man's salary
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Pockets so fat they need dough or low calories
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I got an order for another manslaughter
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Wear the musty badge like his ass fell in water
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I had to run up in the kid's crib
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For something he did, I didn't dig, the little pig
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Anyway I didn't have it
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In fact now the little faggot is crawling with maggots
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Try to bother the neighborhood godfather
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And I'll burn your ass up like lava
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Took alive the suckers that tried to get live
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I never fronted, I'm wanted dead or alive
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<break:
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Unit One, 10-13, suspects in pursuit between 7th and Broadway...
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This is Unit Two, we're closing in...
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Proceed with caution...>
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Here's the plan: Shannon, you bring the van
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Everybody's wearing gloves on their hand
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Strictly army suits and long black Timberland boots
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I want us all to roll like troops
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See now we get the roll on them
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Cause the punk little sucker they shot up came and told on them
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I want him bagged them too
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Cause ain't no telling of what he might do to my crew
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Shoot a sucker at point-blank range
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If he seems like he's acting strange
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Dump the chump chain, go straight for the green and the jewels
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And we can even take niggers' jewels
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Shoot to kill and don't leave no witness
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Survivors try to get live and get with this
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Snatch up the top man and start slapping him
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And put a cap in him and then start wrapping him
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Up and pass no time to shiver
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Stop on the bridge and deliver bodies into the river
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Next stop, blow away that pain-in-the-ass cop
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The one that keeps getting niggers knocked
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Put an end to his shit and he ain't about making collars
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The crooked-ass rookie wants dollars
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My man Ron's on the rooftop, waiting to snipe
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Two bullets went right through his windpipe
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Cold blooded, shot down taking his very last breath
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Left to bleed to death
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Skip the jive, suckers that try to get live
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Yo, I'm wanted dead or alive
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<Unit One, officer down, in need of paramedic...
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Unit Three, requesting back-up
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I repeat, officer requesting back-up...
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Yo this is Unit Two
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Yo I'm in pursuit of him right now
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I got him, I got him, I got him
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But when you see him, he won't be alive
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Cause I'm gonna get him...>
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I'm wanted dead or alive
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So you better go and pin up posters
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Souls are burning like bread in the toaster
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You stand in a trance with your pants full of manure
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Flesh and blood clogs up the street sewers
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Ready to kill some one else and
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Cause I'm wanted dead or alive like Baby Face Nelson
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Kick butts, a lot of heart, a lot of guts
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And I'm quick to kick a nigger in his nuts
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Armed robbery, homicide, third degree murder
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Plus shit you never heard of
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Come in my face with the he say, she say
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And I'mma kick you up your ass like Pel?One night some kids went for broke
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And you can almost choke from the gunsmoke
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Somebody got |