Boom, boom, boom, the door, ATF Too late to my girl downstairs to say he left Hit the basement, go through the door Come up in my yard, with a taste for war You know I laced the four, with the Crack the safe, grab the bottles (What you want me to do?) Beep Two houses over by the tall black I keep the parked for situations like this go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive" "What the fuck you doing nigga?" "Tryin' to alive" Cops on corner, I lean back and try to cruise by Who the fuck snitched? Must have been a new guy Damn, they on our ass Put your foot on the gas, step on it fast Trying to up on the side, but I'm packing to blast to take the niggas heads off, fuck cracking the glass Hey, look out, damn, came so You almost hit that bitch (Like you nigga, almost) Shit, the cops hit her, and I know they ain't leave her Go up here, make this left, pull it over, a breather "Drop it on the floor" Boom, got it the door Pedal to the floor, leave officers Death is in the air, and I don't know if mine But I know if time, it'll be what it is And all I can of is what about my kids Shit, on the corner, hit the sidewalk, quick 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 more Hit the fire hydrant, get low for the Run through the fire, pull a joint from my out me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear I'm out fast and the last thing I hear is Boom, boom, boom, the door, ATF