Yeah, let's bring it over here to the LAPD man
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Uh Oh
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Whenever 5-0 hit, my mind's speakin' on some survival shit
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I'm an Outlaw, 5-0 is who I'm rivals with
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So I'm out y'all, like they quit
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Quicker than a slug that a rifle spit
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A thug quicker than Michael bit
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Run, Gestapo's comin' up fast so I gotta dash
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We hood stars and they never wanted a autograph
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One of the homies didn't run and they shot his ass
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He paralyzed now and can't move his bottom half
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Standin' still is the silly plan
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Even if I gotta snatch a innocent bitch right out of her mini van
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I knock you off in [?] and wouldn't give a damn
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They respondin' with shots fire
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I'm the trigger man
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I run, I'm ditchin' out fools
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They never [?]
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Penitentiary time and Crooked I just don't miss
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Plus my homies incarcerated told me to stay on the bricks
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So I
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[Hook: Ghostface Killah]
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Run! If you sell drugs in the school zone
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Run! If you getting' chased with no shoes on
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Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got, guns!
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They givin' out life like bird tons
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Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
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That next felony nigga, it's like three zip
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So, Run! Hop fences, jump over benches!
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When you see me comin' get the fuck out the entrance!
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Run! Fuck that! Run! Cops got guns! Motherfucker...
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Damn, these motherfuckers are on my ass man
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I gotta make it back to motherfuckin' Long Beach Boulevard, fuck
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Run '04
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Crooked I |