Lyrics

Got me on the run Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF Too late to send my girl downstairs to say he left To the basement, go through the replacement door Come up in my neighbor's yard, wit' a taste for war You know I laced the four, wit' the hallows Crack the safe, got the bottles (Whatchu want me to do?) Beep Carlos! Two houses over by the tall black fence I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this There go a priest, yo, get in, you drive What the fuck you doin' nigga? Tryna stay alive (yeah) Cops on every corner, I lay back and try to cruise by Who the fuck could'a snitched? must'a been a new guy Damn, in back on our ass Put your foot back on the gas, step on it fast Tryin' to pull up on the side, but I'm packin' to blast Tryin' to take the niggas heads off, fuck crackin' the glass Hey, look out, damn Came so close, you almost hit that bitch Like you said nigga, "Almost" Shit, the cops hit her, and I know they ain't gon' leave her Go up here, make this left, pull it over, take a breather Drop it on the floor, boom! Got it through the door, peddle to the floor, an office line Death is in the air, and I don't know if it's mine But I know if it's time, it'll be what it is And all I can think of is what about my kids Shit, they on the corner, hit the sidewalk, quick! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 more clips Hit the fire hydrant, get low for the shootout Run through the fire, pull a gun from my boot out Caught me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear I'm goin' out fast and the last thing I hear is "Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF"
Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Damon Blackmon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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