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(lord infamous) |
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6 in tha mornin' police kick in my door |
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Slipped on my lugz |
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Quickly thugged out the back yo |
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Jumped the back gate |
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Cranked the chevy |
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Then i race |
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Popped in the deck |
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A mother******' three 6 mafia tape |
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I'm crunked off the bump |
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Pumpin' through my backseat |
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Speedin' hit the ************ |
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Though the end of the streets of memphis, tennesee |
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Got my stacks and some bags sittin' in the stash spot |
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Tatooes on my neck and a hot 40 glock |
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They got the hunt out for the infamous ****** |
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Call me scarecrow |
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Used to slangin' man, but i don't do that no more |
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I'm feelin' like i'm the most wanted |
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Every cop is an opponent |
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In the dash |
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On my ass, on the cherry buck flash |
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And i'm real |
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Man i got to get the ****** out of here |
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I had to ditch the chevy |
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Callin' my mafia ******s to scooped me up |
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The blocks are crawlin' with cops |
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I can't go down, them slugs bust |
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I'm runnin' through yards and ************t |
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Tryin' to dodge them tricks |
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A movin' target |
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I spotted my ****** out there |
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On the real, gonna rde with out no flodgin' |
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He didn't hesistate, we climbed up out my side of town |
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I told him bout' the drama in the ride and how it went down |
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I got a lay low cool (??) before i get back in it |
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Anti-peace and po-police |
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I beat them with glocks back to the street |
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I can't get caught, cause the new law say in it "ain't no deals" |
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I would decease these devil police, therefore i do twenty years |
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Every ****** aint real they drop a dime to papers |
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I gotta pull a quick capa before i catch the vapors |
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12 a-m the next day |
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Gotta bank the seas |
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Gotta preacher please (??) throw in the keys |
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Down to my ****** |
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Got the passport to get my overseas |
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Under the palm trees |
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But you know me a quarter key |
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But my plan was injured |
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The silent alarm was triggered |
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I heard a cop say come out with ******' hands up |
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****** now i got to show my prophet da posseness |
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My only way out was to take me some hostages |
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They keep on askin' me over and over for demands |
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I told them back up |
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Or she got brains on her pants |
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The gun was to her head, i told them don't make me shoot |
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But little did i know they had a sniper on the roof |
