Boom, boom, boom, the door, ATF Too to send my girl downstairs to say he left Hit the basement, go through the door up in my neighbor's yard, with a taste for war You know I laced the four, the hollows the safe, grab the bottles (What you want me to do?) Beep Carlos Two houses over by the tall black I keep the hooptie for situations like this go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive" "What the you doing nigga?" "Tryin' to stay alive" Cops on every corner, I lean and try to cruise by Who the fuck snitched? Must have been a new guy Damn, they on our ass Put foot back on the gas, step on it fast Trying to pull up on the side, but I'm to blast to take the niggas heads off, fuck cracking the glass Hey, look out, damn, came so You hit that bitch (Like you said nigga, almost) Shit, the cops hit her, and I know they ain't gon' her Go up here, this left, pull it over, take a breather "Drop it on the floor" Boom, got it the door Pedal to the floor, leave flyin' Death is in the air, and I don't know if it's But I know if it's time, it'll be it is And all I can think of is what my kids Shit, they on the corner, hit the sidewalk, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 more Hit the hydrant, get low for the shootout 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