My old school homey took a fall His blood hit the mutha fuckin wall Ran to the trunk and got the ak cause the funk was on It felt like christmas day I got a present and it come with a banana clip Santa claus mutha fucka meet the hollow tip But let me get to the trunk so they fucked up Now I'm 'bout to explode, niggas suckin chrome up Kick down the door and started spraying My nigga on the ground eyes wide open dead layin Busted a nigga in the back rat-a-tat-tat His blood hit the floor first, I heard his back crack Sounds of a mutha fuckin murder the ghetto got me insane To my damn brain Never leavin the house without my glock nine You can't stop crime, so i'ma cock mine The other nigga had a baby mack, and he was off the crack He shot and missed and I shot back But we both hit the floor, what the fuck for I caught a bullet up in my chest and I didn't know But the bulletproof vest was on g So I kept buckin at his ass like a donkey And when I tried to run and get out the pig put the glock to my mouth As I was...
Chorus:
Runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse (repeat 3x , 4th = runnin out da mutha fuckin crackhouse)
Verse 2:
Cop had his finger on the mutha fuckin trigga Screamin some shit about a barbecued nigga I had a pocket full of 'cane and a bloody gat I went insane when they blasted my cutty mack He was my potna lackin (? ? ? ? ? ) But I don't think he'll be alive for too much long I dropped the glock with a puzzeled look on my face Cuz now I'm stuck with the dope and fuckin murder case They threw me in the car and told me they that wanted a cut And if I try to get away a mother fucka stuck Excuse me officer but you can suck a nigga dick He looked me in the eye and told his potna get the bitch Slobberin at the mouth, mutha fuckin k-9 Put it in my face told me not to waste time What's my name? spice mutha fuckin ace Yelled fuck the pig, spit a loogey in his face He let that goddamn k-9 go Me and that bitch had it out on the floor It went on for five minutes or less, teeth marks on my mutha fuckin Neck and chest He took me down to the county, I'm seein? pictures of my niggas on the Wall for the bounty I walked in with blood on my pants and niggas lookin at me like a black Charles manson And I still had dope in my mouth cuz I'm fresh out da crackhouse, out Da crackhouse
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