Lyrics
[Pre-Chorus] x2
Got your number, you on call now,
They say you guilty & to calm down,
got your back against the wall now,
Feelin' like breakin' that fuckin' wall down,
Got all your info, held in their lap,
wired home and the cell was tapped,
tryna catch you as a felon in the act,
and now they tellin' you that...
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[Chorus] x2
You can run that same road,
You stop but you aint froze,
imagine no place known,
and Nowhere to lay low
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[Verse 1]
About to take the game over,
different block, same soldier
won't stop til the case close up,
even if it's harder than stayin' sober,
late closer, throw a fast ball,
I'll rap til I hit the asphalt,
keep my bars goin' til the last call,
then I close up, the Last Waltz,
like The Band, hat in hand,
fresher than a pimp in his satin pants,
got the cane but I lack the stance,
gotta get an established plan,
blueprint, elaborate scheme,
I'm tired of not havin' the green,
bills comin' with no stamps left,
wanna wade rolled up like a pants leg
[Pre-Chorus] x2
Got your number, you on call now,
They say you guilty & to calm down,
got your back against the wall now,
Feelin' like breakin' that fuckin' wall down,
Got all your info, held in their lap,
wired home and the cell was tapped,
tryna catch you as a felon in the act,
and now they tellin' you that...
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[Chorus] x2
You can run that same road,
You stop but you aint froze,
imagine no place known,
and Nowhere to lay low
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[Verse 2]
Case of liquor on the lap,
'case I'm sick of all the crap,
and ya'll just bicker shut the trap,
knock a couple back 'til the cup is tapped,
out, proud without the choices,
about to hang where my boys is,
and I'm poised with, loud noises,
so I free-throw 'til all the points in,
annoint him, I'm ill advised,
calm under pressure, I feel alright,
in the pad, grab a bag, fill it high,
and get Hype like the Williams guy,
stealin' tonight, instead silent,
see people so dead eye em
we sped by em with high brights,
to see us flick em off like lights,
in hindsight, I wasn't thinkin',
still dumb when I wasn't drinkin',
smarted up no trust in this shit,
lay low like two fuckin' midgets,
foes pissed with, flows I'm sick wit,
ya'll bigger pussy's than Brit's is,
cops wannabe taking digits,
so pick up my slack or hang me with it
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[Pre-Chorus] x2
Got your number, you on call now,
They say you guilty & to calm down,
got your back against the wall now,
Feelin' like breakin' that fuckin' wall down,
Got all your info, held in their lap,
wired home and the cell was tapped,
tryna catch you as a felon in the act,
and now they tellin' you that...
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[Chorus] x2
You can run that same road,
You stop but you aint froze,
imagine no place known,
and Nowhere to lay low
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[Verse 3]
no gangsta, you barely a thug,
you weak, you barely a drug,
takes a gun to carry you tough,
takes a coffin to bury you shut,
don't push me, point blank,
fuck wit my cuz, choice made,
I'll break you open like a coin bank,
til ya in circles like a toy train,
decoy, fake, let my crew at ya,
and we can flip you backwad,
laugh ha, defeat's a factor,
take shots like a porno actor,
you want my dude in a ditch,
do it and I'll put you in a stitch,
I'm about peace but pursue this shit,
and ya parents is losin' their kid
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[Pre-Chorus] x2
Got ya number, you I call now,
you wanna fight or to calm down,
got your back against the wall now,
you'll be breakin' that fuckin' wall down,
Got all your info, held in the lap,
wired jaw cause we held back,
so ya can't talk on the cell to chat,
and now I'm tellin' you that...
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[Chorus] x2
You can run that same road,
You stop but you aint froze,
imagine no place known,
and Nowhere to lay low
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