Yo fuc the police comin through ma dough lookin at me through they tinted window yall some bitch ass hoez tell me when to run and ill go hop the fence and they cant even see me no more thinkin they that hardcore- You gotta badge so you think u can come in after ma stash nigga dont u need a warant for that- They pulled me over tryin to say that i got a gat stapped i told em take that ticket bac where ur cheif at- Im tired of bein paranoid while im smokin cause these 5-0s tryin to get me in the in pen im just tryin to blaze on some jane man the police i cant standd!- Hit the nigga in his head on the news they sayin a cop dead yea thats wat i said-
Ima screwa and a choppa boys wanna knock me but fuc a nigga knocka- Aint no problem take taken ur life away ull go ta heaven this way u wont have to pray but thats kinda deep though mayne- Shit keep the fame and foutune i dont need it to many out there wanna see me bleedin but ma heart nigga that im keepin i keep ma pistol while im creeepin police always peepin tryin to see who hustlin ima keep bustin cant stop ma flowin now im gettin kinda borin but hold up ima keep sorin above the sky watchin all the 5-0s roll by bitch try not to get on ma bad side- I aint neva killed nobody but if u come after me tryin to steal ma money Im gonna be elma fred and you gonna be the bunny- Here in houston texas its dark but sometime it sunny htown thats where i stay hit me up on that nextel and home boy ill slip ur way tell the police i came i dont give a fuc wat the say-
lol freestlye right there straight up off the top of ma head
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