Beanie Sigel - When You Hear That lyrics

When you hear that, that's the sound of the police Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' n***a You better get to runnin' n***a It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a rhyme about the nine and what the Tech do The four pound line, a thirty eight special With AK shells through your Teflon vest too Yeah, Scrap, when the ba*tard's back out The pastor's back out, the casket's pa**ed out It's sh** bags and them Catholic's pa**ed out Shoot up the crack house, smack worker's bond like crack's out Go to war, Mack never backed out The mac's get backed out, the air's get dust off The cage get bust off, the shaft and the stock get cut off Your cash and your block get cut off And the SWAT and the ambulance rush off My hand on my nuts like f** y'all My SP Jeans drift, layin' on them dot grim sh**s I'm out to buck you like and one, just run when the van come When you hear that, that's the sound of the police Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece Toss the handgun, before the man come When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' n***a You better get to runnin' n***a Toss the handgun, before the man come Wu, wu, wu, wu Wu, wu, wu, wu, wu Shame on a n***a, who try to run game on a n***a Who put the strengths on a n***a Wu bandana, I smoke Diana f** Joanna, she hot, though we be hand her The Ol' is famous, put in the rhymin' I gets mine, stop being wondrous Americana, half Montana Only gonna smoke the best marijuana Dis the Grammy's, on the panel Change the channel, good smell flannel You think sh** is dandy, well, f** your candy Forty foot glock, shoot with handy I f**ed Amanda, you talk propaganda Only gettin' money, on the Maranda I stay candid, government branded Heavy handed, woman demanding When you hear that, that's the sound of the police Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece Toss the handgun, before the man come When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' n***a You better get to runnin' n***a Toss the handgun, before the man come It's not game of R. Kelly Run up on twenty-six and seven, coke peli' Open up and them in deli, spray whoever the sweaty My felony, mix emotions when I walk in that building That's why I sip that purple pill That make choke up your seven Back the ac' as if you don't notice Make me call that boy Mack, Bean Sig' flip you over Respect mine, them tech nine's ain't my thing I defeat the purpose of d**h lyin' with one ring Make the place, vacate, I can't wait For you to come out your face, so I could come off the waist Hey, it's Peedi, Peedi, when you see me, take it easy My uncle be named Reesy, his luger be named Squeezy Make you get low without M-Eazy My murder just might please you, you know them n***az my people's And every time you see me do my thing They tell me, Peedi, Peedi, crush easy, the Mac gon' ring When you hear that, that's the sound of the police Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece Toss the handgun, before the man come When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' n***a You better get to runnin' n***a Toss the handgun, before the man come When you hear that Yeah, this that sh** straight out of jail, muthaf**as You know what I'm sayin', you know how we get down, n***a This that real sh**, muthaf**a, 2003 sh** muthaf**a You know what I'm sayin', Dirt McGirt, muthaf**a Dirt McGirt, muthaf**a, Beanie Sigel, muthaf**a Beanie Sigel, n***a, better get down and lay down State Property