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Data di rilascio: 31.12.2006
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Cops Runnin' After Ya |
I’m a bird with a fix |
I lay with the roaches |
My 85 Cutlass red and it be smoking |
Posting and hustling |
Struggling and plugging |
Mean muggin and thuggin and cursing out you cop suckers |
My all black soldier Reebok’s with the bubble gum sole |
Good for walking and running from the dumb ass popos |
Mo hustling slicker than Earl, colder than furl |
Trying to get a little something something in this cold cold world |
Everybody and they mama out here shooting game |
Perpetrating and faking, even the got damn preacher man |
Gangstas harmonizing like my nigga Mo B |
Prime Suspects, 3rd ward soldiers |
Living raw better have my boulders |
Shooting dog water all ya’l back up call |
Rob with Silkk up in the Viper |
Can’t catch me, I know they don’t like me |
Get it how ya live how we live be raw |
I ain’t bout being broke crooked officer |
One more strike a nigga out of this bitch |
Coppers on my ass I gotta think real quick |
Trying to make it over for that LAP |
Plus its dark in the trees, gone cushion the seat |
For a smooth getaway, at least that’s what I thought |
Head up the alleyway they had two more cars |
(Freeze mothafucka freeze, oh shit he’s armed and dangerous) |
I know that I’m a die if I let them coppers get me |
My oozie got 32 rounds I’m taking two of ya bitches with me |
I refuse to be a victim, going out like Adolf Arjay |
You got a gun I got a gun I run no more bitch |
NOPD trying to send me upstate |
With a murder case, what the fuck |
Can somebody pick the place |
No not today I’m gone get mine |
Never ever dying |
But if I do than its cool, in between time of food |
I got away |
I’m on some other shit |
Some killed my brother shit |
I’m out here getting and I’m gone get what I can get |
Dicksuckers in my mothafucking place though |
Smiling in my face |
I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run |
Millimeter get to bucking your whole body turning numb |
Now the cops running after me now I can’t cope |
I hit the parkway when I stash my dope |
Cause if these pigs catch me slipping or tripping I’m dead |
No suspects no motives, with two to the head |
Fuck that I ain’t with it, so I’m gone sell my dope |
Yes its ran buy boat, but these niggas can’t cope |
Cause they caught in the dope world |
Fancy cars, fly clothes daytons and vogues |
And these fucking pussy popping hoes |
Them dick suckers fitting to been man they already done had |
But fuck that I gots this mac so I’m busting back |
Its hot as fuck, you better duck |
The last thing in my mind in this world is being locked up |
I’m on probation, life is what I’m facing |
In this damn zoo |
Them boys in blue is always after the crew |
Because we stay true in doing what we do |
(25 with a L son) |
Man fuck you |
And do this time shit never mind |
I’d rather rhyme build my client |
Get mine never blind and pack a nine |
They never see my desperate signs |
And fuck a bind |
They think I’m blind to his kind |
Crooked as fuck, you out of luck |
Stuck in this cell, a living hell |
Bust back, you might as well |
Peep this I’m clocking figures |
Pulling triggers on niggas that run up |
They getting done up |
From sun down to sun up |
It don’t stop I’m on the block slanging rocks |
You crooked cops, they on my jock my Glock |
You cop catch me now I bust a shot |
Get it how you live how we live be raw |