when you hear that
beanie sigel
that's the sound of the police
don't get handcuffed by the beast
that means the cops is comin' nigga
you better get to runnin' nigga
i shouldn't have left you
without a rhyme about the nine and what the tech do
with ak shells through your tephlon vest too
when the bastard's back out
and them catholic's passed out
smack worker's bond like crack's out
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 fuck ya'll
layin' on them s dot grim shits
i'm out to buck you like and 1
just run when the van come
that's the sound of the police
you better throw that piece
that means the cops is comin' nigga
you better get to runnin' nigga
who try to run game on a nigga
who put the strengths on a nigga
only gonna smoke the best marijuana
forty foot glock! shoot with handy
it's not game of r. kelly
run up on twenty-six and seven
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
them tech nine's ain't my thing
i defeat the purpose of death lyin' with one ring
for you to come out your face
so i could come off the waist
his luger be named squeezy
make you get low without m-eazy
my murder just might please you
you know them niggaz my people's
and every time you see me do my thing
this that shit straight out of jail
better get down and lay down