Various Artists - Cops Runnin' After Ya lyrics

I'm a bird with a fix I lay with the roaches My 85 Cutla** red and it be smoking Posting and hustling Struggling and plugging Mean muggin and thuggin and cursing out you cop s**ers My all black soldier Reebok's with the bubble gum sole Good for walking and running from the dumb a** popos Mo hustling slicker than Earl, colder than furl Trying to get a little something something in this cold cold world Everybody and they mama out here shooting game Perpetrating and faking, even the got damn preacher man Gangstas harmonizing like my n***a Mo B Prime Suspects, 3rd ward soldiers Living raw better have my boulders Shooting dog water all ya'l back up call Rob with Silkk up in the Viper Can't catch me, I know they don't like me [Chorus x4] Get it how ya live how we live be raw I ain't bout being broke crooked officer One more strike a n***a out of this b**h Coppers on my a** I gotta think real quick Trying to make it over for that LAP Plus its dark in the trees, gone cushion the seat For a smooth getaway, at least that's what I thought Head up the alleyway they had two more cars (Freeze mothaf**a freeze, oh sh** he's armed and dangerous) I know that I'm a die if I let them coppers get me My oozie got 32 rounds I'm taking two of ya b**hes with me I refuse to be a victim, going out like Adolf Arjay You got a gun I got a gun I run no more b**h NOPD trying to send me upstate With a murder case, what the f** Can somebody pick the place No not today I'm gone get mine Never ever dying But if I do than its cool, in between time of food I got away [Chorus x4] I'm on some other sh** Some k**ed my brother sh** I'm out here getting and I'm gone get what I can get Dicks**ers in my mothaf**ing place though Smiling in my face I keep my hand on my gun cause they got me on the run Millimeter get to bucking your whole body turning numb Now the cops running after me now I can't cope I hit the parkway when I stash my dope Cause if these pigs catch me slipping or tripping I'm dead No suspects no motives, with two to the head f** that I ain't with it, so I'm gone sell my dope Yes its ran buy boat, but these n***as can't cope Cause they caught in the dope world Fancy cars, fly clothes daytons and vogues And these f**ing p**y popping hoes Them dick s**ers fitting to been man they already done had But f** that I gots this mac so I'm busting back Its hot as f**, you better duck The last thing in my mind in this world is being locked up I'm on probation, life is what I'm facing In this damn zoo Them boys in blue is always after the crew Because we stay true in doing what we do (25 with a L son) Man f** you And do this time sh** never mind I'd rather rhyme build my client Get mine never blind and pack a nine They never see my desperate signs And f** a bind They think I'm blind to his kind Crooked as f**, you out of luck Stuck in this cell, a living hell Bust back, you might as well Peep this I'm clocking figures Pulling triggers on n***as that run up They getting done up From sun down to sun up It don't stop I'm on the block slanging rocks You crooked cops, they on my jock my Glock You cop catch me now I bust a shot Get it how you live how we live be raw