Chorus: {Ms. Tee}
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Fuck tha police, they took so long to come
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So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police
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So where they at where they at
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So nigga's bring yo gat
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{2x}
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{B.G.}
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I'm runnin' from the police they after me
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I ain't goin' down try'na fix me with a case
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Try'na strap me in that underground
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Runnin' and shakin' it I'm movin' like the runnin' man
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Tec's in my chest and Amide in my fuckin' hand
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B.G. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' alias
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Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth
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I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await
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I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate
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I got on my all black steady walkin' up Inferred
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Under my black there's a fuckin' tec
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Bitches talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth
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Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout
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Now I got to travel long police still rollin' free
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Criminal at fourteen I'm thinkin' what the fuck to do
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Boo-koo on the ramps I don't care if I die
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When I was setup say good-bye to the good guys
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I think it's time for war they increased violence fuck the peace
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Comin' out the alley with my gear bustin' at the police
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I'm try'na hit 'em I'm try'na leave they brains on the floor
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They try'na play me like a hoe from the Local 5-8-0
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But ain't no days like that where I'm from
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If they want some bests believe them bitches got's to come get some
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A nigga gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted
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Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin' second mission
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On my dick try'na take me down underground
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Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me
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They won't quit they just won't quick
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They try'na stick me with some shit that I didn't commit
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Fuck tha police
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{Mr. Ivan}
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Ain't this a bitch they try'na make a nigga jump up
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Shoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin' cop up
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Bout to hop in some hot shit that Ticker Ticker!
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Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass
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The surveillance, from the he say she say shit
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Fuck what'cha said cuz ya wind up a dead bitch
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He pulled out the Luger cuz he crooked and wanna do me
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But let's see a real player, keep up on what they doin' to me
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Pushin' the chronic, that shit to make yo pocket's fat and
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If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them
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Lil' piggy's, that mean I'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get me
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Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin' vest
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If I get a seeker I'm a knock yo badge of yo chest
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Fuck the task, the F.B.I. and yes I'ma do yo sheriff
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I'm called the courier that's the one to blow ya
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Time to get a nickel for the shit that I did
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Motherfucker drop it, Ya see Ivan think you can fuck with me
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Chorus
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{Ms. Tee}
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Now why the fuck the police is on my block
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Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's
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But I know the pussy ass bitches put it one me
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Cuz they couldn't find my stash cuz nobody knows
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I keep my rock's in my pussy hole
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Cuz I'm a bitch so ya can't touch uh I miss and never muffer
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Touch in the wrong way and I stab ya in yo gut
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Like stuckin' to fuckin' I take my nine and I pluck 'em
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Snipin' ass nigga, like to get over
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One will and have my weight over my shoulder
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Stupid ass bitches always puttin' a nigga down
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That's why I never let them motherfuckers around
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So check it, when we need 'em
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They take so long to come uhh and
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The damage is done uhh, so when we need 'em they
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Take so long to come, cuz they diggy doggy dumb man fuck the police
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{Black Jack}
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Project life, with the rat and the roaches
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Tell me if ya ready when the danger approaches
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Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale
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Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell
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Gettin' out the ghetto is only a dream in most cases
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Never had nothin' but momma always gave us love
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Lost queen, from pain from a youngster
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Shot six times in the back by the dumpster
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Be cautious when ya step, but don't step to light
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Cuz the Tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night
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Some gangsta ass nigga's slangin' crack on the corner
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All blacked up with the gangsta ptonma
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Try'na make a livin', try'na have him lil' some some
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