Boom, boom, boom, the door, ATF Too late to send my girl 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 Crack the safe, the bottles (What you want me to do?) Beep Carlos Two houses over by the tall black I keep the hooptie parked for situations like go Grease, "Yo, get in! You drive" "What the fuck you doing nigga?" "Tryin' to alive" on every 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 Trying to pull up on the side, but I'm packing to Trying to take the niggas heads off, fuck cracking the Hey, look out, damn, came so You almost hit that bitch (Like you nigga, almost) Shit, the hit her, and I know they ain't gon' 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 know if it's But I know if it's time, be what it is And all I can think of is about 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, a joint from my boot out me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear I'm out fast and the last thing I hear is Boom, boom, boom, the door, ATF