Runnin-N-Gunnin

[Tommy Wright] Started out with 6 bullets, but I ended up with zip Gave my Glock 17 to my roadie cause it's fully loaded Creepin' never sleepin' duckin' and divin' as I do my thang Left my gang at the shack, some of my niggas was left on the track Boomin' dope, never soap, but them folks set up a raid All them dealers dropped they dope and got my cousin caught that day Now he's down in 201, ain't no fun, had a gun (body) rocks plus he got charged for the shit they dropped (Nof speddin) on these cops, in the ghetto; yeah the metro Bitches got me fed up cause I thank it was a set up Anyway I gots no time to by tryin' to play Sherlock So I got my Glock with 6 shells, finna break him out of jail Drivin' down the highway mane, speedin' and this shit at risk Got off at the Union exit, eyes red cause I'm pissed Scopin' out them police cars, I ain't scared; cause I'm hard Smokin' endo thinkin' I gots to get him off that 4th floor Walked up to the door, broke out runnin' past the checkout cop Metal detector goin' off because I shot that chrome Glock "Stop, Freeze!" "Bitch, please" hit the elevator fast 4th floor, gimme the keys, warden please don't make me blass Get yo ass up mane [Unintelligible Dialogue] Now we runnin' deep as hell through downtown, in a lie God I hate the highway, home free from the county (blah) For runnin' while I'm gunnin' cause them folks put out an APB [Sirens] Back up in the hooptie, but like always it wouldn't crank So we jumped out with the jailbirds, hopped into a bank I don't want no money, all I need is one of these nigga's cars [Tommy look out!][BLAM] I shot the damn security guard Jumped into his pickup while they stick up all the bank tellers All the jailbirds jumped in the back with the money sacks Now we down to 4 bullets, but I had to use the 4th Shot one of them convicts, found out he was 5-0 through my source (Bawly) tryna leave that bitch while everybody split the cash But I saw blue lights in the rearview mane, so I punched the gas Knowin' I'm in trouble thoughts of givin' up crossed my mind They got our ass this time MPD blocked off the street, but we jumped out of the truck Put a brick up on the gas and let the truck slam in that gas Now everybody gone book through the woods, mane we had to break out runnin' Yeah them niggas a (hoog) mane, I said, "Good luck, it's time for gunnin'!" [More Sirens] Yeah that's my story of 1st degree, yeah but tell them bitches how you be runnin' 'n' gunnin' Marco [Marco] Duckin' and dodgin' from them folks, with my nigga Tommy Wright Jumpin' them fences hittin' them ditches, tryna stay away from that light Can't get caught, so I'm (vampin') fast, crawlin' through some tall grass If them po-po's catch my ass, they might try to put me in a body bag Grip a nigga Glock, I can't stop, Till I reach my fuckin' block If they yell out, "Freeze" I squeeze the trigger, one more cop get shot Hit the cut, duck and creep, tryna make it to the next street Now they rollin' 3 cars deep, thinkin' they finna catch a G Think again, I'm in the wind, now they're wonderin' how I do it Cause I (flap flap flass) on they ass, or better yet (car lewis) 1st degree is known to break, right in front of them bitches face Cause they tryna gimme a case, that I don't want, so let's race I'm gone win, again and again, cause I know these fuckin' streets Leavin' these bitches upset, when I jet, cause it's all they see Clever like a fox, fuck them narcs, I'm leavin' them hoes so fast Pump they brains, when I aim that 44 to your fuckin' face Think I'm playin'? I don't joke, I love the smell of gun smoke Once again it's on, grippin' the tone, runnin' from them folkS [More Dialogue]