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UNLV - Local 580

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Chorus: {ms. tee}

Fuck tha police, they took so long to come

So niggas grab yo gun, fuck the police

So where they at where they at

So niggas bring yo gat

{2x}



{b.g.}

Im runnin from the police they after me

I aint goin down tryna fix me with a case

Tryna strap me in that underground

Runnin and shakin it Im movin like the runnin man

Tecs in my chest and amide in my fuckin hand

B.g. on a run peepin out a fuckin alias

Busters got me covered theres some gangsters out that tenth

I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await

Im gettin blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin gate

I got on my all black steady walkin up inferred

Under my black theres 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 Im thinkin what the fuck to do

Boo-koo on the ramps I dont care if I die

When I was setup say good-bye to the good guys

I think its time for war they increased violence fuck the peace

Comin out the alley with my gear bustin at the police

Im tryna hit em Im tryna leave they brains on the floor

They tryna play me like a hoe from the local 5-8-0

But aint no days like that where Im from

If they want some bests believe them bitches gots 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 tryna take me down underground

Tryna blame me, tryna frame me they tryna get me

They wont quit they just wont quick

They tryna stick me with some shit that I didnt commit

Fuck tha police



{mr. ivan}

Aint this a bitch they tryna 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 whatcha said cuz ya wind up a dead bitch

He pulled out the luger cuz he crooked and wanna do me

But lets see a real player, keep up on what they doin to me

Pushin the chronic, that shit to make yo pockets fat and

If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them

Lil piggys, that mean Im comin out dead or alive comin get me

Bitch dont tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin vest

If I get a seeker Im a knock yo badge of yo chest

Fuck the task, the f.b.i. and yes ima do yo sheriff

Im called the courier thats 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

Tryna sit me down, sayin ya fuckin sellin rocks

But I know the pussy ass bitches put it one me

Cuz they couldnt find my stash cuz nobody knows

I keep my rocks in my pussy hole

Cuz Im a bitch so ya cant touch uh I miss and never muffer

Touch in the wrong way and I stab ya in yo gut

Like stuckin to fuckin I take my nine and I pluck em

Snipin ass nigga, like to get over

One will and have my weight over my shoulder

Stupid ass bitches always puttin a nigga down

Thats why I never let them motherfuckers around

So check it, when we need em

They take so long to come uhh and

The damage is done uhh, so when we need em they

Take so long to come, cuz they diggy doggy dumb man fuck the police



{black jack}

Project life, with the rat and the roaches

Tell me if ya ready when the danger approaches

Crack fiends triple beam, like its on the scale

Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell

Gettin out the ghetto is only a dream in most cases

Never had nothin but momma always gave us love

Lost queen, from pain from a youngster

Shot six times in the back by the dumpster

Be cautious when ya step, but dont step to light

Cuz the tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night

Some gangsta ass niggas slangin crack on the corner

All blacked up with the gangsta ptonma

Tryna make a livin, tryna have him lil some some

Them white folks as cop dont want to see me as nothin

But a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold and

I dont give a fuck bout none of you hoes

Brangin terror with no error to the mother fuckin po-pos

You know that nigga the jiggy jiggy jack-o

Thats comin to the top with no motherfuckin peace

Nigga peep game mother fuck tha police



{lil slim}

Zero, zero, nine one one

Bitch ass trick ass, cops have yet to come

Cuz uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solvers

Shit shake yo ass now ya up like yo father

I gots to get away, I gots to get an disguise

The rats his on my ass time to get the fuck out of dodge

Cuz Im to known for sellin stones on my fuckin block

These niggas got these kis I get these fuckin flipper rocks

Duckin and dodgin and steady mobbin but the law keeps callin

Cuz they hear a nigga ballin nigga I rolls quicker out the cut

The quicker to break em up, cuz a nigga straight money struck

Bailin from the north cuz thats my thang

The motherfuckin corn meal is the shit I slang

Been did it and done it fuck that nigga done stunted

Im runnin and gunnin show them niggas aint nothin funny



Chorus

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