Lyrics:
Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
like, drive by pumpin' that lean back
Police hop out of the whip, (?) right in my six
Four fifth tucked right on his hip
Some dumb drunk, this nigga
talkin' 'bout cheddar
Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
more spacious
And two rollies dipped in gold faces
And two girls that's known to switch places
Ready let's get that
Let's get that let's go
Lemme know if
more fetti
Police drew causes and tried to cross lines
We stuck to the code we lived and died by it
Chorus x 2
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
Yo 'Pac
That's right, hehehe
Yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Yeah
Niggas just wanna know
If you
still be searching man
Police said he was seen with the glock and pot, he's that ganja man
Durag, he a rasta man
Good man, he a gangsta man
I was looking outside
Outside
Police in the wind
Hot wind
I remembered those times
Those times
Had me scared out of my skin
See it's under my skin
of police, yeah
Brain sleep, yeah
I feel like taking off
Bouta roll up the sticky and let it leave, yeah
Pains breached, yeah
Don't let your dreams go
(Verse
And we came by to talk to the mayor
The I-Team wants the mayor to explain this
Wednesday, Cleveland police swarmed the home of Mayor Frank Jackson
Put 'em in a bag and shut they mouth (shut up)
Police walk around, they won't hear a sound (uh-uh)
I'm all by myself and I keep it a hundred
I keep
RS2!
You never give me your money
You only give me your funny paper
And in the middle of negotiations
You break down
I never give you my
us you can't hang
cause were something like a two man gang
start some shit is what we do best
scared by the suckaz say fuck the rest
so yo Eazy bust it
, police
When they pull up on you don't freeze, nah
Poor decisions as a young nigga
Growing up in the slums locals ain't supposed to see the light of day by
The police ever since he moved in G
I got to go man this shit crazy
I cant make no moves man this shit Is all bad bro
Fuck
911 What's the nature of your
play with life
Like new toys
Overjoyed
Being coy
From taking that mother’s boy
Fuck 12 And divide it by 2
6 people carrying his coffin
Killed by
clean from flossin
I've been ducking enemies
Police no friend of me
Avoid um by any means
State over federally
No one can get to me
Only let the baddest
Runners
Bandits
Pluggers
Stand up
Up stand
Up stand
Up stand
Verse 2
I’m Tryna get to the bag
You gotta stay by your flag
Can’t stop
Won’t
strong (yeah)
Yo,got my mind on a place to hide from police(where)
Sweatin' dogs as I'm runnin' cross 12th Street
Just as I approach the block
I spot
Strolling down the block hoodie up wearing all black
Never gave a fuck police never come in contact
With a crooked muthafucka like me
Nowhere to go
the streets
I'll be the only one that you gonna run to
Just getting paper and ducking police
Look what the ghetto did to me
(Uh, yeah, yeah)
There was no peace
Two revolvers, I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty who wit' me?
My Cris', two L's, twisted blunts and inner
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