Chorus: {Ms. Tee}
Fuck tha police, they took so long to come
So nigga’s grab yo gun, fuck the police
So where they at where they at
So nigga’s bring yo gat
{2x}
{B.G.}
I’m runnin’ from the police they after me
I ain’t goin’ down try’na fix me with a case
Try’na strap me in that underground
Runnin’ and shakin’ it I’m movin’ like the runnin’ man
Tec’s in my chest and Amide in my fuckin’ hand
B.G. on a run peepin’ out a fuckin’ alias
Busters got me covered there’s some gangsters out that tenth
I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await
I’m gettin’ blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin’ gate
I got on my all black steady walkin’ up Inferred
Under my black there’s a fuckin’ tec
Bitches talkin’ shit runnin’ off at the mouth
Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout
Now I got to travel long police still rollin’ free
Criminal at fourteen I’m thinkin’ what the fuck to do
Boo-koo on the ramps I don’t care if I die
When I was setup say good-bye to the good guys
I think it’s time for war they increased violence fuck the peace
Comin’ out the alley with my gear bustin’ at the police
I’m try’na hit ’em I’m try’na leave they brains on the floor
They try’na play me like a hoe from the Local 5-8-0
But ain’t no days like that where I’m from
If they want some bests believe them bitches got’s to come get some
A nigga gettin’ busy in the computer my name is lifted
Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin’ second mission
On my dick try’na take me down underground
Try’na blame me, try’na frame me they try’na get me
They won’t quit they just won’t quick
They try’na stick me with some shit that I didn’t commit
Fuck tha police
{Mr. Ivan}
Ain’t this a bitch they try’na make a nigga jump up
Shoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin’ cop up
Bout to hop in some hot shit that Ticker Ticker!
Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass
The surveillance, from the he say she say shit
Fuck what’cha said cuz ya wind up a dead bitch
He pulled out the Luger cuz he crooked and wanna do me
But let’s see a real player, keep up on what they doin’ to me
Pushin’ the chronic, that shit to make yo pocket’s fat and
If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them
Lil’ piggy’s, that mean I’m comin’ out dead or alive comin’ get me
Bitch don’t tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin’ vest
If I get a seeker I’m a knock yo badge of yo chest
Fuck the task, the F.B.I. and yes I’ma do yo sheriff
I’m called the courier that’s the one to blow ya
Time to get a nickel for the shit that I did
Motherfucker drop it, Ya see Ivan think you can fuck with me
Chorus
{Ms. Tee}
Now why the fuck the police is on my block
Try’na sit me down, sayin’ ya fuckin’ sellin’ rock’s
But I know the pussy ass bitches put it one me
Cuz they couldn’t find my stash cuz nobody knows
I keep m