Verse 1:
My old school homey took a fall
His blood hit the mutha f**in wall
Ran to the trunk and got the AK cause the funk was on
It felt like Christmas Day
I got a present and it come with a banana clip
Santa Claus mutha f**a meet the hollow tip
But let me get to the trunk so they f**ed up
Now I抦 慴out to explode, n***as s**in chrome up
Kick down the door and started spraying
My n***a on the ground eyes wide open dead layin
Busted a n***a in the back rat-a-tat-tat
His blood hit the floor first, I heard his back crack
Sounds of a mutha f**in murder the ghetto got me insane
to my damn brain
Never leavin the house without my glock nine
You can抰 stop crime, so I抦a co*k mine
The other n***a had a baby mack, and he was off the crack
He shot and missed and I shot back
But we both hit the floor, what the f** for
I caught a bullet up in my chest and I didn抰 know
But the bulletproof vest was on G
so I kept buckin at his a** like a donkey
And when I tried to run and get out the pig put the glock to my mouth
As I was...
Chorus:
Runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse
(repeat 3X , 4th = runnin out da mutha f**in crackhouse)
Verse 2:
Cop had his finger on the mutha f**in trigga
Screamin some sh** about a barbecued n***a
I had a pocket full of 慶ane and a bloody gat
I went insane when they blasted my cutty mack
He was my potna lackin (?????)
But I don抰 think he抣l be alive for too much long
I dropped the glock with a puzzeled look on my face
cuz now I抦 stuck with the dope and f**in murder case
they threw me in the car and told me they that wanted a cut
and if I try to get away a mother f**a stuck
excuse me officer but you can s** a n***a dick
he looked me in the eye and told his potna get the b**h
slobberin at the mouth, mutha f**in K-9
put it in my face told me not to waste time
What抯 my name? Spice mutha f**in ace
yelled f** the pig, spit a loogey in his face
he let that goddamn K-9 go
me and that b**h had it out on the floor
it went on for five minutes or less, teeth marks on my mutha f**in
neck and chest
he took me down to the county, I抦 seein?pictures of my n***as on the
wall for the bounty
I walked in with blood on my pants and n***as lookin at me like a black
Charles Manson
and I still had dope in my mouth cuz I抦 fresh out da crackhouse, out
da crackhouse