(feat. Beanie Sigel, Ol' Dirty Bastard, Peedi Crakk)



[Hook: Beanie Sigel]

When you hear that, that's the sound of the police

Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast

When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga

You better get to runnin' nigga



[Beanie Sigel]

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you

Without a rhyme about the nine and what the tech do

The four pound line, a thirty eight special

With AK shells through your tephlon vest too

Yeah Scrap, when the Bastard's back out

The pastor's back out, the casket's passed out

It's shit bags, and them Catholic's passed out

Shoot up the crack house, smack worker's bond like crack's out

Go to war, Mack never backed out

The mac's get backed out, the air's get dust off

The cage get bust off, the shaft and the stock get cut off

Your cash and your block get cut off

And the SWAT and the ambulance rush off

My hand on my nuts like fuck ya'll

My SP Jeans drift, layin' on them s dot grim shits

I'm out to buck you like And 1, just run when the van come



[Chorus: Beanie Sigel, Ol' Dirty Bastard]

When you hear that, that's the sound of the police

Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece

Toss the handgun, before the man come

When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga

You better get to runnin' nigga

Toss the handgun, before the man come



[Ol' Dirty Bastard]

Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu, Wu..

Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a nigga

Who put the strengths on a nigga

Wu bandana, I smoke Diana

Fuck Joanna, she hot, though we be hand her

The Ol' is famous, put in the rhymin'

I gets mine, stop being wondrous

Americana, half Montana

Only gonna smoke the best marijuana

Dis the Grammy's, on the panel

Change the channel, good smell flannel

You think shit is dandy, well fuck your candy

Forty foot glock! Shoot with handy

I fucked Amanda, you talk propaganda

Only gettin' money, on the Maranda

I stay candid, government branded

Heavy handed, woman demanding



[Chorus]



[Peedi Crakk]

It's not game of R. Kelly

Run up on twenty-six and seven, coke peli'

Open up and them in deli, spray whoever the sweaty

My felony, mix emotions when I walk in that building

That's why I sip that purple pill that make choke up your seven

Back the ac'! As if you don't notice

Make me call that boy Mack, Bean Sig' flip you over

Respect mine, them tech nine's ain't my thing

I defeat the purpose of death lyin' with one ring

Make the place, vacate, I can't wait

For you to come out your face, so I could come off the waist

Hey, it's Peedi, Peedi, when you see me, take it easy

My uncle be named Reesy, his luger be named Squeezy

Make you get low without M-Eazy

My murder just might please you, you know them niggaz my people's

And every time you see me do my thing

They tell me, Peedi, Peedi, crush easy, the Mac gon' ring



[Chorus]



[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]

When you hear that!

Yeah, this that shit straight out of jail, muthafuckas

YouknowhatI'msayin, you know how we get down, nigga

This that real shit, muthafucka, 2003 shit muthafucka

YouknowhatI'msayin, Dirt McGirt, muthafucka

Dirt McGirt, muthafucka, Beanie Sigel, muthafucka

Beanie Sigel, nigga, better get down and lay down

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