Pen and Pad Thread, Fugitive On The Run: The Lyrical Movie in Talent; Time - 10:03 A.M.
Location - Funkytown/Trap House
Plot - Evade The Law
Peepin out the blinds my glocks are ...
Time - 10:03 A.M.
Location - Funkytown/Trap House
Plot - Evade The Law
Peepin out the blinds my glocks are loaded wit clips/
a snitch done ran his fuckin lips and gave anonymous tips/
Police surrounded everywhere i got a house full of drugs/
if they kick in my door down, they catch a chest full of slugs/
my niggaz scatter everywhere, i made my way to the garage/
the cops are bustin through the door, now they releasing dem dogs/
slammin on the gas straight tearin the garage door down/
the feds are shootin at my car, i'm bustin back wit four rounds/
sweat runnin all on my face, my heart is pumpin real fast/
i'm lookin in my rear view, the feds is right on my ass/
i'm gone in 60 seconds, pullin off Nicholas Cage stunts/
makin my way to the highway and burnin a grape blunt/
they tryna fishtail me while i'm steady shifting them gears/
imma die tryna escape cuz fuck servin dem years/
now they wanna call for back up and set up road blocks/
police ramming me again, i startin bustin more shots/
"FUCK THE CLIP IS EMPTY", threw the shit out the ride/
the cop chopper's in the sky, it ain't nowhere i can hide/
callin' up my nigga Mex, like get me outta this bitch/ MEX: HOLD EM OFF WHILE U CAN I'LL BE THERE IN A BIT/
god damn, hurry it up i'm runnin outta fuckin gas/
under a forth up in da tank, how long this ride gon last?
made my way to the highway cuz i needed more space/
one of dem pigs cut me off so i slammed on the brakes/
now they got me drivin backwards, like Biggie's Hypnotize/
threw the blunt in a police car, right in a sheriffs eyes/
180'd the whole whip, exit highway to a street/
bumpin some "Fuck The Police", wit gangsta lean in my seat/
runnin outta place to drive, don't no where else to go/
spikes are all over the road, so i started drivin slow/
news choppers picked up pursuit, the shit's all over the news/
cameras from every fuckin angle, waiting on me to lose/
damn Mex is takin forever, i don't think he's gonna come/
incoming call "Yo wut up Mex", MEX: i see yo ass is on the run/ he said they're one block over, now my ride's blowin smoke/
it's not a game far from a joke, my only chance is a "hope"/
my car had gave out on me, now i'm trapped on this road/
will i escaped? maybe i won't, is this the last episode?
TO BE CONTINUED...
Last edited by Blaze Blizzy; 02-19-2012 at 02:02 AM.
Originally Posted by Young Jeezy
SNOWMAN, GETCHA HANDS UP HIGH/
IT'S YA BOY MISTER 17.5/
I TAKE IT BACK TO DA BLOCK/
BACK TO DA KITCHEN, BACK TO DA POT/