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Blaze ya Dead Homie - Текст песни Look Out

(look out)
(bustin and runnin)
(Look out)
(raid, raid)

I hear a siren you know what that means,
the boys in blue is on the way.
and people duckin in and out to find a safe place to
hideout, but not me i'm standin in full view of the
street steady waitin on the police,
thankin them for catchin me their attempts to trap
me are useless, and the army of dead i command are forma ruthless.
(and your S.W.A.T team with snipers on every roof top scopin)
and the team leader barkin out orders to throw the smoke in
you knoe that you gonna bump it like aaliyah said
im 1 in a million and sometimes you cant comprehend the shit i'm feelin
(but thats ok, i'm reloadin)
And fully prepared to bust ya skull open.
got you stripped down like a bitch at the bar searchin
fo tips. all be dis got the shakes cuz you cant afford
a hit. i'm a G in every sense of the word so my game
is soldier so i match the motha fuckin pigs like a jelly donut.

Chorus
look out the police is comin,
got me runnin through the crack house bustin and runnin.
(get in)
look out, cuz i dont wanna get sprayed ya better lay
it down fo yo ass get destroyed
(i gotta blunt in my right hand a gun in my left takin
shots at the cops either jail or death im already dead
you cant kill me and i aint goin to the pen, bitches come run me)
~~~~~~~~

I jumped in the caddy on the way to the dope house,
i see the red and blue hold-up time out who they fuckin
wit, im a g wit a trunk full of dope and heavy artillery
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Oh yall think im playin well ya'll just don know better
run the plate check who you fuckin wit or get found
on the sidea the road in a ditch,
east side bitch boy what the fuck you thought quit
fuckin wit these killas we'll blow ya head off we some
hustlas tryna get rich quick.
get money wit the boss and comp for old shit.
motha fucka for real i'm just lettin you know,
fuck wit a dead man its yo funeral.
so when you pull up on a g wit a hatchet in the window
take yo ass to the coffee shop bitch ass po po.

Chorus x1

Why you still followin me i get w2 to pay my taxes
you gonna make a motha fucka have some relapses.
th red, white, and blues have been known to set me
off and you about to fall victim to the molatov
(cocktail). the smell is foul and overwhelming of you
burnin in ya cruiser and ya lights is meltin,
why cant i be dead , have a bitch,
and enjoy dealin without one a yall motha fuckas botherin
me, callin me a sinner, but i'm not im the dead body
from the block. and aint nobody on there pushin rocks.
i'm a grown up but not in the sense that you accustom,
i graduate from the 22's to the 9's that im bustin.
at you i empty the clip on the cops who testin and
leave em lyin dead in the intersection.
you want beef you got it homeboy its what im servin,
take the safety off your gun cuz i know that your nervous.

Chorus x1

(look out)
(look out)
(i gotta blunt in my right hand a gun in my left takin
shots at the cops either jail or death im already dead
you cant kill me and i aint goin to the pen, bitches come run me

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