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Текст песни UNLV - Local 580

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Chorus: {ms. tee}Fuck tha police, they took so long to comeSo niggas grab yo gun, fuck the policeSo where they at where they atSo niggas bring yo gat{2x}{b.g.}Im runnin from the police they after meI aint goin down tryna fix me with a caseTryna strap me in that undergroundRunnin and shakin it Im movin like the runnin manTecs in my chest and amide in my fuckin handB.g. on a run peepin out a fuckin aliasBusters got me covered theres some gangsters out that tenthI caught two-o seven two fourteen and two awaitIm gettin blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin gateI got on my all black steady walkin up inferredUnder my black theres a fuckin tecBitches talkin shit runnin off at the mouthSome hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideoutNow I got to travel long police still rollin freeCriminal at fourteen Im thinkin what the fuck to doBoo-koo on the ramps I dont care if I dieWhen I was setup say good-bye to the good guysI think its time for war they increased violence fuck the peaceComin out the alley with my gear bustin at the policeIm tryna hit em Im tryna leave they brains on the floorThey tryna play me like a hoe from the local 5-8-0But aint no days like that where Im fromIf they want some bests believe them bitches gots to come get someA nigga gettin busy in the computer my name is liftedFuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin second missionOn my dick tryna take me down undergroundTryna blame me, tryna frame me they tryna get meThey wont quit they just wont quickThey tryna stick me with some shit that I didnt commitFuck tha police{mr. ivan}Aint this a bitch they tryna make a nigga jump upShoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin cop upBout to hop in some hot shit that ticker ticker!Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my assThe surveillance, from the he say she say shitFuck whatcha said cuz ya wind up a dead bitchHe pulled out the luger cuz he crooked and wanna do meBut lets see a real player, keep up on what they doin to mePushin the chronic, that shit to make yo pockets fat andIf you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on themLil piggys, that mean Im comin out dead or alive comin get meBitch dont tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin vestIf I get a seeker Im a knock yo badge of yo chestFuck the task, the f.b.i. and yes ima do yo sheriffIm called the courier thats the one to blow yaTime to get a nickel for the shit that I didMotherfucker drop it, ya see ivan think you can fuck with meChorus{ms. tee}Now why the fuck the police is on my blockTryna sit me down, sayin ya fuckin sellin rocksBut I know the pussy ass bitches put it one meCuz they couldnt find my stash cuz nobody knowsI keep my rocks in my pussy holeCuz Im a bitch so ya cant touch uh I miss and never mufferTouch in the wrong way and I stab ya in yo gutLike stuckin to fuckin I take my nine and I pluck emSnipin ass nigga, like to get overOne will and have my weight over my shoulderStupid ass bitches always puttin a nigga downThats why I never let them motherfuckers aroundSo check it, when we need emThey take so long to come uhh andThe damage is done uhh, so when we need em theyTake so long to come, cuz they diggy doggy dumb man fuck the police{black jack}Project life, with the rat and the roachesTell me if ya ready when the danger approachesCrack fiends triple beam, like its on the scaleClose yo eyes, forever may you rest in hellGettin out the ghetto is only a dream in most casesNever had nothin but momma always gave us loveLost queen, from pain from a youngsterShot six times in the back by the dumpsterBe cautious when ya step, but dont step to lightCuz the tec is in the ghetto in the projects at nightSome gangsta ass niggas slangin crack on the cornerAll blacked up with the gangsta ptonmaTryna make a livin, tryna have him lil some someThem white folks as cop dont want to see me as nothinBut a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold andI dont give a fuck bout none of you hoesBrangin terror with no error to the mother fuckin po-posYou know that nigga the jiggy jiggy jack-oThats comin to the top with no motherfuckin peaceNigga peep game mother fuck tha police{lil slim}Zero, zero, nine one oneBitch ass trick ass, cops have yet to comeCuz uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solversShit shake yo ass now ya up like yo fatherI gots to get away, I gots to get an disguiseThe rats his on my ass time to get the fuck out of dodgeCuz Im to known for sellin stones on my fuckin blockThese niggas got these kis I get these fuckin flipper rocksDuckin and dodgin and steady mobbin but the law keeps callinCuz they hear a nigga ballin nigga I rolls quicker out the cutThe quicker to break em up, cuz a nigga straight money struckBailin from the north cuz thats my thangThe motherfuckin corn meal is the shit I slangBeen did it and done it fuck that nigga done stuntedIm runnin and gunnin show them niggas aint nothin funnyChorus

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