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ice-t - the hanging كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
the f_cking cops shot me
blew holes through my clothes
some slugs got me leaking, bleeding out [?]
a quarter mil stash in the dash of the ghost
i murder these streets, it don’t matter the coast
i move so much blow you need a snowplow (now)
i’m on the run, just me and my gun
the dilemma of a [?] i’m deep in it
the black card has no limits (please) let me finish
40 years [?] hustlin’ gang [?]
[?] i’m a “g” with no brake lights
[?] up out of ya quick, cops can suck d_ck
f_ck prison and the whole f_cking legal system
they gotta catch me, ain’t caught me yet
i got a private airport, g5 jet
i got a dozen passports, mills offshore
it’s a quick expedition to a spot with no extradition

[chorus]
feds on that rico sh_t, they want my whole crew
especially the kingpin, thought you knew
they want me dead for my years of crime and bangin’
f_ck that, the catching comes before the hangin’
feds on that rico sh_t, they want my whole crew
especially the kingpin, thought you knew
they want me dead for my years of crime and bangin’
f_ck that, the catching comes before the hangin’
[verse 2]
had to lose ’em and then stop at the doc
an underground spot for cats to get shot a lot
sew me up was easy to do
didn’t hit an organ, shots went right through
beelined to my safe house, grab my cake out
a n_gga couldn’t go home, i knew it’d be staked out
strapped up wit the fully and the body armour
my 12_gauge benelli, broke all my celly’s
i’m 100 p gangsta f’real
motherf_cker tried to play me and this cap i pill
cheat all my life, now i’m losing my wife
and my new baby girl, that’s my godd_mn world
first things first i gotta stay free
ain’t no cuffs on me, just a flooded ap
n_gga on the run, f_ck a 5k1
f_ck a motherf_ckin’ fed, i’m either dead or an asset

[verse 3]
my adrenaline is pumpin’ at extreme pressure
extreme situations always call for extreme measures
trust n0body, blood’s ice cold
pull up the hoody, strap on my hip, tuck the gold
rat motherf_cker’s got me all on this bid sh_t
i hustled my whole d_mn life without a parking ticket
now i gotta get wicked wit the quickness
get [?] to get caught, get close and get shot
i’m leaving everything i love for everything i did
i gotta drop the f_ck out off the grid
cops shot me once, won’t happen again
they either gonna k!ll me or a life in the pen
right now i’m not to be f_cked with
cops try to stop me, those cops will get bucked quick (buck! buck!)
i blew my life for jewels, cash money and minks
now i’m left with just animal instincts

- ice t

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