Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF
Too late to send my girl downstairs to say he left
But the basement, go through the replacement door
Come up in my neighbor's yard, with the taste for war
You know I lace the 4, but the hollows, crack the safe grab the bottles
What you want me to do? Feed Carlos
Two houses over by the tall, black fence
I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this
There go the police, yo get in, you drive
What the fuck you doin' nigga? Tryin' to stay alive
Cops on every corner, I lay back and try to cruise by
Who the fuck could of snitched? Musta been the new guy
Damn, they back on our ass, put your foot back on the gas, step on it fast
Tryin' to pull up on the side, but I'm packin to blast
Tryin' to take them nigga's heads off, fuck crackin' the glass
Hey look out, errrrrt, damn, came so close, you almost hit that bitch
Like you said nigga, almost
Shit, the cops hit her, and I know they ain't gonna leave her
Go up here and make this left, pull it over, take a breather
Droppin on the floor, boom, got it, through the door
Pedal to the floor, we off and flyin'
Death is in the air, now I'll know if it's mine
But I'll know if it's time, it'll be, what it is
And all I can think of is, "What about my kids?"
Shit they on the corner, hit the sidewalk, quick
One, two, three, four, five more clips
Hit the fire hydrant, get low for the shootout
Run through the fire, pull a joint from my boot out
Caught him in the shoulder, the neck, the ear
I'm going out fast, and the last thing I hear is
Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF
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