[Threat]

Who is this at my do'?

It's the three pigs with a two-by-fo'

They must be lookin for John Doe

Well anyway, motherfucker here I go

So catch me if you can

While I'm divin out the back window like a stunt man

They got me jumpin - in and out of backgrounds like a track star

Makin the canine on my trail look like a snail

Movin fast but he can't get close

e-nough to me cause I got ghost

On my five-oh-ones, I'm on the run

One-time got the gun and they after me

Homies dove to the back

And dove out the window like Fall Guy

We in the mix, hittin fence after fence

Rin Tin Tin picked up the scent

They got the infrared, hoverin above my head

Aimin pistols with backup from wench hoes

But they can't get close enough

to put the tazer on me, or my homies

But they'll love to just bust me snuff me

and cuff me and then say fuck me..



Hurdlin backgrounds like a track star

Every dog in the neighborhood keep on barkin

Givin up the fo'-one-one

I think I better throw my gun

Cause I know it got murders on it, but I'm fine and

as long as mine, ain't no, frail nine

Fuck it, peel 'em off somethin proper

Nineteen shot helicopter stopper

Got away clean without a scratch

Stepped in so much dog shit they couldn't sniff my prints

Lay low, lay low as a mouse

One time staked house all in front of my house

So I got no choice it seems

but to switch from khakis to huge jeans

Had the homie hook me up with a fade

Cause L7's don't wear braids

One Adam 12, callin all cars

Lookin for a nigga in all stalls

But they can't do it..

Parked the six-fo' and jumped in a Buick and I'm gone