Runnin' Out Da Crackhouse

Verse 1: My old school homey took a fall His blood hit the mutha f**kin wall Ran to the trunk and got the ak cause the funk was on It felt like christmas day I got a present and it come with a banana clip Santa claus mutha f**ka meet the hollow tip But let me get to the trunk so they f**ked up Now Im bout to explode, niggas s*ckin chrome up Kick down the door and started spraying My nigga on the ground eyes wide open dead layin Busted a nigga in the back rat-a-tat-tat His blood hit the floor first, I heard his back crack Sounds of a mutha f**kin murder the ghetto got me insane To my damn brain Never leavin the house without my glock nine You cant stop crime, so ima cock mine The other nigga had a baby mack, and he was off the crack He shot and missed and I shot back But we both hit the floor, what the f**k for I caught a bullet up in my chest and I didnt know But the bulletproof vest was on g So I kept buckin at his a*s like a donkey And when I tried to run and get out the pig put the glock to my mouth As I was... Chorus: Runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse (repeat 3x , 4th = runnin out da mutha f**kin crackhouse) Verse 2: Cop had his finger on the mutha f**kin trigga Screamin some shit about a barbecued nigga I had a pocket full of cane and a bloody gat I went insane when they blasted my cutty mack He was my potna lackin (? ? ? ? ? ) But I dont think hell be alive for too much long I dropped the glock with a puzzeled look on my face Cuz now Im stuck with the dope and f**kin murder case They threw me in the car and told me they that wanted a cut And if I try to get away a mother f**ka stuck Excuse me officer but you can s*ck a nigga d**k He looked me in the eye and told his potna get the bitch Slobberin at the mouth, mutha f**kin k-9 Put it in my face told me not to waste time Whats my name? spice mutha f**kin ace Yelled f**k the pig, spit a loogey in his face He let that goddamn k-9 go Me and that bitch had it out on the floor It went on for five minutes or less, teeth marks on my mutha f**kin Neck and chest He took me down to the county, Im seein? pictures of my niggas on the Wall for the bounty I walked in with blood on my pants and niggas lookin at me like a black Charles manson And I still had dope in my mouth cuz Im fresh out da crackhouse, out Da crackhouse