) Blown away like paper bags before the rain Shadow falls across her face Light is sinking in her eyes like diamonds in a drain Cut to the chase Scraping
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it's a chase, they want us to be chased Yo duck over here, I gotta ditch some dead dookie weight Whipped off my stunning? so I could dump the dookie Cop blazin out the eucalyptus tryin to shoot
like tequila with no chase My knife work like the guillotine sword Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my killa bee swarm, somethin' Empty out the whole clip and reload Shot
over the trash I ran around the corner, cut up the alley And made to the backdoor in the lobby, then I stopped My eyes was shot, all my stolen goods dropped
s beef I'ma ride and won't slide 'til I'm debtin you (P swallow your pride), my pride ain't edible Fuck with my life, I'm stressin your death Cut his
the rockers to all you ... But now we play, as far as we play ... ...Many different ways... Fuck with outlaws is crazy, they cut like ... who is it the shot
watchin' them fall They got the bone (THEY GOT THE BONE!) Absolute pandemonium all over the place Everybody dropped their shopping bags and joined in the chase Rent-a-cop
of all sorts coming through the airports only once every five years somebody get caught how many lives must heroin cut short how many us folk gotta grow up to smoke shoot
in my mind For every clucker that I serve For every nigga that I shot For every tourist that I robbed To every goddamn rock For every cop that done chased
my mind For every clucker that I serve For every nigga that I shot For every tourist that I robbed To every God damn rock For every cop that done chased
kill 'em, make sure we cut classics Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA And just lay whooptay
bad I might cut you in half UTP tatooed it, across my stomach stay booted Look I'm a looter, holdin' the Ruger Or a 6 shooter On Tuesdays and Thursdays
in the glocks Make sure all choppers cocked, start a quake, shake the whole block Take the tip of the jo, kick down the front door Run from front to back bustin', Terius cut
ass kissers The pork chop eaters The CYC dick beaters The bet'cha, I could beat'chas The Holy Karan readers CMB ballers, the record business shot-callers
said, ?My man JD is on freebase? The boy JD was a friend of mine 'Til I caught him in my car tryin' to steal my Alpine Chased him up the street to call
