The Firm

The Firm - Five Minutes To Flush lyrics

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Nature:
 They say they just wanna question me the interuption
 4 in the morning they knocked and caught me fuckin'
 Throw on something mad provocative play with the top lock
 Buy me some time so I can hide the shit kinda quick
 Move the guns clip the herb
 They got me shook up plus my nut was disturbed
 Hide the chocolate pickin' up shells form off the carpet
 Baracaiding the door for war like a hostage
 It's my crib, got my name on the lease
 Can't explain niggas just get arrained and released
 But who snitched set me up, I think it's you bitch
 Sacrificing my life for you two kids?
 Truth is, I got a business to lose eyewitness news
 Paper tellin' bitches to move, police turned this into a zoo
 Mad reporters, I laugh as I'm sippin' my brew
 They think they caught us
 Hook:
 4 in the morning Feds are out at the door
 What you gonna do?
 What you gonna do when they come through for you?
 Ooh ee ooh ee ooh ee yeah yeah yeah yeah
 4 minutes left
 Nature:
 About a minute went by they knocked harder
 My bitch went hysterical in shock
 Slapped her to calm her
 4-4 cocked to armor
 It's been a long day now I raid with jakes playin' in the hallway
 It's senseless, enter my crib and can't prevent this
 Blockin' my enterence, trying to knock it off the hindges
 Battering rams coming inches, my hoe was buggin'
 Throw a fit thowin' puttin' coke in the oven
 Like I'm Larry Davis the phone rang some D.A. bitch
 "Nature turn yourself in" I didn't say shit
 Knowin' in my heart I'm a stay rich
 It's abusing, confusing them until they lose patience
 Try to ease up, calm my nerves with the cheeba
 Hoping the door doesn't fall before the keys flush
 Thieves rush, plus the riot squad
 No surrender no retreat shit's deep but times is hard
 Hook
 Nature:
 By the time they had busted in I had touched the cash
 Just flushed the last hundred grams nigga subduct the math
 They made me either that or let them take me
 Still in my night clothes fake like I'm asleep
 Spoke to my rat heard him ask where the coke at
 Predicate felon hope to never go back
 They had survelance aware of all dealings
 Knew about bitches that liked to shoot and loot kept in ceilings
 Searching my spot behind curtains stay cursing
 Chief of police finally meet him in person
 But I just flushed the yayo what could he say do
 Trying to flip on me, once was on the payroll
 Trying to laylow he can't find what he need
 So instead I'm cuffed taken down for some weed
 But it's just for a short say, I call the Firm then emerge
 On the streets to return the next court day
 Hook
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Language: English

Appearing on: The Album (1997)

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