Boom, boom, boom, the door, ATF Too late to send my downstairs to say he left Hit the basement, go through the door Come up in my neighbor's yard, a taste for war You know I the four, with the hollows Crack the safe, grab the (What you want me to do?) Beep Carlos Two over by the tall black fence I the hooptie parked for situations like this go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive" "What the fuck you doing nigga?" "Tryin' to alive" Cops on corner, I lean back and try to cruise by Who the fuck could'a snitched? Must been a new guy Damn, back on our ass Put your foot on the gas, step on it fast to pull up on the side, but I'm packing to blast Trying to take the niggas off, fuck cracking the glass Hey, out, damn, came so close You almost hit that bitch (Like you nigga, almost) Shit, the cops hit her, and I know they ain't leave her Go up here, this left, pull it over, take a breather "Drop it on the floor" Boom, got it the door to the floor, leave officers flyin' Death is in the air, and I don't if it's mine But I if it's time, it'll be what it is And all I can think of is what my kids Shit, on the corner, hit the sidewalk, quick 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 clips Hit the fire hydrant, get low for the Run through the fire, pull a joint from my out me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear I'm going out and the last thing I hear is Boom, boom, boom, the door, ATF