| Sittin down in the rosspot earnin my pay
|
| Gotta get off these bundles and be on my way
|
| But quicker than a nigga could say lets get paid
|
| The Narcles busted in on an early mornin raid
|
| So I kicked out the window jumped the roof next door
|
| Took the money left the war, but I’ll get more and more
|
| Cops on my trail tryin to put me in jail
|
| I slipped and I fell, got up and ran like hell
|
| Dropped my gun runnin through this jungle
|
| I ain’t tryin to get caught with no bundles
|
| Cops yellin freeze I hear one say there his gun goes
|
| I don’t wanna go to the lock-up, the officer picked my Glock up
|
| All I heard was sirens and police cars surroundin the block up
|
| I bust a cap and holdin psycho less you know I’m paranoid
|
| Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit
|
| I bust a cap and holdin psycho less you know I’m paranoid
|
| Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit Detroit
|
| Runnin down this alley too, a blue Malibu
|
| Sky FOX got me on the Channel Two news
|
| Fuck you is what I’m yellin as I’m bellin, pockets swellin
|
| Fleein and a loon tryin ta hit me with a felon
|
| Caught with possession and attempt to deliver, drug sellin
|
| Survelence saw me servin plaques on the street hellin
|
| Ain’t no tellin if somebody snitch or not when you makin nots
|
| All I know is I toss my dope sack police chase me around the block it’s hot
|
| I got no choices I turned down a dead end
|
| So I figure I throw my hands up and turn myself in
|
| But then (BANG!) «Damn man you see that cop shoot that unarmed man?»
|
| Damn, bitch shot me |