Just shot this poser named Atmosphere and he hurt in the block/
But now I got bigger worries cuz his boy alerted the cops//
I hear sirens comin quickly now down around the side-street/
Put the burner back in the coat-- cuz I keep my-heat/
Im Grimey- I know these streets-- can't noone find-me//
First move I made was quickly hop in the whip- hit ignition/
Sirens comin closer so I "hit" the long pedal lika "pidgeon"//
rear tires squealin- Quickly capped the trampy witness/
Did a 360 in the street Dip on the On-Ramp wit a quickness/
Did some James Bond shit and cut between a benz and a mazda/
And made a 18 Wheeler crush a miata and kill the driva//
red-lining in my charger quickly downshift and make left turn/
All this before the cops got to where I shot and made his chest-burn//
Drivin slower now, The siren sounds have faded--
Thats how to run from cops- And actually make-it//

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