Boom, boom, boom, the door, ATF Too late to send my girl to say he left Hit the basement, go through the door Come up in my yard, with a taste for war You know I laced the four, the hollows Crack the safe, grab the bottles (What you me to do?) Beep Carlos Two houses by the tall black fence I keep the hooptie parked for situations like go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive" "What the fuck you doing nigga?" "Tryin' to alive" Cops on every corner, I lean and try to cruise by Who the fuck could'a snitched? Must have a new guy Damn, they on our ass Put your back on the gas, step on it fast Trying to pull up on the side, but I'm to blast Trying to take the niggas heads off, fuck the glass Hey, out, damn, came so close You almost hit bitch (Like you said nigga, almost) Shit, the cops hit her, and I know they ain't leave her Go up here, make this left, pull it over, take a "Drop it on the floor" Boom, got it through the to the floor, leave officers flyin' Death is in the air, and I don't know if mine But I know if 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 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 fast and the last I hear is Boom, boom, boom, the door, ATF