Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I sit up, wipe the sweat from my brow,
give up is not even a question right now,
too much in the thick of it like a butchers knife,
cut like the abs on Ashton Kutchers wife,
on the chopping block, sit in the chair and get shocked,
the plot, thickens I got, money on my top,
I mean my head, code red, beam and I'm dead,
'least I spent time to find pieces to mesh,
the scenerio, no Busta or tribe called quest,
the burial, end up in a pine box next,
so I gotta find the steps, til toes blue,
no escalater or elevator it just won't do,
not in my close view, plus the roads closed too,
the cones get threw, under wheel to your Rolls roof,
I'm suppose to U-turn, tires burn asphault,
set up, if met cuffed, they want my ass to fall,
for a crime I did not commit...
a cover up, what type of sh** do they got me in?
so one foot on the gas, fleein' from the cops,
'bout time they do somethin' besides sleepin' on the clock
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[Chorus] x2
They out to get me,
They out to get me
when I'm still honest, free
They out to get me
and I'm out to get mine,
I'm out to get mine,
when I'm still on my grind
I'm out to get mine
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[Verse 2]
I'm goin' crazy, I swear this room is tapped,
and I dare ya tell me who not and who can rap,
I'll put a knife to the back, I'm just playin' ya'll,
you got a better chance at seein' blood in a ladies stall,
but don't press my luck 'cause I might just test this gun,
put the tech to lung, squeeze 'til the chest is numb,
this is what's goin' on in my thick skull,
no dick small plus I walk around with big balls,
abysmal is my outlook, I express to you,
they pinned murder on me so you guess it's true,
want me dressed in blue with a number on the front,
cops tryna cover it up, no wonder I'm on the run,
'cause cops gunned a black man pullin' out his wallet,
the same club I came out when his body was fallin',
so call it what you want but up the meds lil sucker,
and I'll sleep when I'm dead motherf*** er!!
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[Chorus] x2
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[Verse 3]
Corrupt cops got me on a rough block,
but it's better than a tombstone or a mugshot,
caught I will not, never be their centerpiece,
so I sent a piece of paper and the letter reads,
"Please, I did not commit the crime I been framed,
you can even check the cameras outside of the place,
so understand the implications of the right few,
and let me get back to the life I had fine-tuned"
But soon the letter was researched, informed next,
of where I was and they showed up at the door steps,
I ran to the backyard after knockin' over a lamp,
went to the neighbors and hopped over their ramp,
but a hand grabbed me and I can't stand defeat,
they tackled me down to the ground on my hands and feet,
threw in the backseat then a cell I had to sleep,
and the judge didn't even give me a chance to speak
I see
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[Chorus] x2
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