| 6 in tha mornin' police kick in my door
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| Slipped on my lugz
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| Cuz these thugs 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 tape
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| A motherfuckin' 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 weed
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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 legs and a hot 40 Glock
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| They got the hard on for the Infamous nigga
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| Call me Scarecrow
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| Used 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 fuck out of here
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| I had to ditch the Chevy
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| Callin' my mafia niggas 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 shit
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| Tryin' to dodge them tricks
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| I’m a movin' target
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| I spotted my nigga out there
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| On the real, gonna rde with out no fly shit
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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 nigga and grill 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 nigga
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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 pan was injured
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| The silent alarm was triggered
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| I heard a cop say come out with fuckin' hands up
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| Nigga now I got to show my Prophet (??)
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| My only way out was to take me some hostages
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| They keep 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 |