Spice 1 - Runnin' Out Da Crackhouse lyrics

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