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crooked i - run lyrics

yeah, let’s bring it over here to the lapd man
uh oh,
whenever 5-0 hit, my mind’s speakin’ on some survival sh-t
i’m an outlaw, 5-0 is who i’m rivals with
so i’m out y’all, like they quit
quicker than a slug that a rifle spit
a thug quicker than michael bit
run, gestapo’s comin’ up fast so i gotta dash
we hood stars and they never wanted a autograph
one of the homies didn’t run and they shot his -ss
he paralyzed now and can’t move his bottom half
standin’ still is the silly plan
even if i gotta sn-tch a innocent b-tch right out of her mini van
i knock you off in [?] and wouldn’t give a d-mn
they respondin’ with shots fire
i’m the trigger man
i run, i’m ditchin’ out fools
they never [?]
penitentiary time and crooked i just don’t miss
plus my homies incarcerated told me to stay on the bricks
so i

[hook: ghostface killah]
run! if you sell drugs in the school zone
run! if you getting’ chased with no shoes on
run! f-ck that! run! cops got, guns!
they givin’ out life like bird tons
run! if you ain’t do sh!t, you it
that next felony n-gg-, it’s like three zip
so, run! hop fences, jump over benches!
when you see me comin’ get the f-ck out the entrance!
run! f-ck that! run! cops got guns! mothaf-cka…

d-mn, these mothaf-ckas are on my -ss man
i gotta make it back to mothaf-ckin’ long beach boulevard, f-ck

- crooked i lyrics

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