me n my boys would jus post up on the block
we had green yellow white, we was in full stock

whatchu want whatchu need, a bag of that green?
aight heres yo quarter gimmie the money n leave the sceane

here comes a couple of jugs the kind that i hate
muhfuckas try to run off wit that rock they gon meet they fate

they jus walked past grillin, if i see them again they blood gon b spillin
o shit there go muthafuckin 5-0, if they po po they might get a lead fillin

quick RUN jumpin over the fence, dont stop even if u runnin outta breath
i cant wait till i lose these fuckin cops, so i can take a rest

i done tossed all the bags threw the heat up into a trash can
i dont see that pig but that dont mean im free man

o shit here he come this shit is gettin serious
its prolly been a mile im gettin delirious

HAHA that fuckin cop jus tripped over his own damn feet
nows my chance to break lose, o shit my boy lives on this next street

thak god my man jus rolled up, he said lets go inside
blocks on fire every other car is a muhfuckin cops ride

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for all these niggas that say i cant rap, nigga i dont rap any way, i ROBBBBB
-crunchy blac(three 6 mafia)


i get high like the birds and the planes, i get high when bullets hit faces after words are exchanged
-styles p(the lox)

u betta tell yo man wit the gauges im nice, i'll shoot up yo white shirts till yall look like dice
-I 20