Local 580 Lyrics - Unlv

Chorus: {ms. tee} 

Fuck tha police, they took so long to come 

So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police 

So where they at where they at 

So nigga's bring yo gat 

{2x} 

{b.g.} 

I'm runnin' from the police they after me 

I ain't goin' down try'na fix me with a case 

Try'na strap me in that underground 

Runnin' and shakin' it I'm movin' like the runnin' man 

Tec's in my chest and amide in my fuckin' hand 

B.g. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' alias 

Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth 

I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await 

I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate 

I got on my all black steady walkin' up inferred 

Under my black there's a fuckin' tec 

Bitches talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth 

Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout 

Now I got to travel long police still rollin' free 

Criminal at fourteen I'm thinkin' what the fuck to do 

Boo-koo on the ramps I don't care if I die 

When I was setup say good-bye to the good guys 

I think it's time for war they increased violence fuck the peace 

Comin' out the alley with my gear bustin' at the police 

I'm try'na hit 'em I'm try'na leave they brains on the floor 

They try'na play me like a hoe from the local 5-8-0 

But ain't no days like that where I'm from 

If they want some bests believe them bitches got's to come get some 

A nigga gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted 

Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin' second mission 

On my dick try'na take me down underground 

Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me 

They won't quit they just won't quick 

They try'na stick me with some shit that I didn't commit 

Fuck tha police 

{mr. ivan} 

Ain't this a bitch they try'na make a nigga jump up 

Shoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin' cop up 

Bout to hop in some hot shit that ticker ticker! 

Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass 

The surveillance, from the he say she say shit 

Fuck what'cha said 'cause ya wind up a dead bitch 

He pulled out the luger 'cause he crooked and wanna do me 

But let's see a real player, keep up on what they doin' to me 

Pushin' the chronic, that shit to make yo pocket's fat and 

If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them 

Lil' piggy's, that mean I'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get me 

Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin' vest 

If I get a seeker I'm a knock yo badge of yo chest 

Fuck the task, the f.b.i. and yes i'ma do yo sheriff 

I'm called the courier that's the one to blow ya 

Time to get a nickel for the shit that I did 

Motherfucker drop it, ya see ivan think you can fuck with me 

Chorus 

{ms. tee} 

Now why the fuck the police is on my block 

Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's 

But I know the pussy ass bitches put it one me 

'cause they couldn't find my stash 'cause nobody knows 

I keep my rock's in my pussy hole 

'cause I'm a bitch so ya can't touch uh I miss and never muffer 

Touch in the wrong way and I stab ya in yo gut 

Like stuckin' to fuckin' I take my nine and I pluck 'em 

Snipin' ass nigga, like to get over 

One will and have my weight over my shoulder 

Stupid ass bitches always puttin' a nigga down 

That's why I never let them motherfuckers around 

So check it, when we need 'em 

They take so long to come uhh and 

The damage is done uhh, so when we need 'em they 

Take so long to come, 'cause they diggy doggy dumb man fuck the police 

{black jack} 

Project life, with the rat and the roaches 

Tell me if ya ready when the danger approaches 

Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale 

Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell 

Gettin' out the ghetto is only a dream in most cases 

Never had nothin' but momma always gave us love 

Lost queen, from pain from a youngster 

Shot six times in the back by the dumpster 

Be cautious when ya step, but don't step to light 

'cause the tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night 

Some gangsta ass nigga's slangin' crack on the corner 

All blacked up with the gangsta ptonma 

Try'na make a livin', try'na have him lil' some some 

Them white folk's as cop don't want to see me as nothin' 

But a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold and 

I don't give a fuck bout none of you hoes 

Brangin' terror with no error to the mother fuckin' po-pos 

You know that nigga the jiggy jiggy jack-o 

That's comin' to the top with no motherfuckin' peace 

Nigga peep game mother fuck tha police 

{lil' slim} 

Zero, zero, nine one one 

Bitch ass trick ass, cop's have yet to come 

'cause uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solvers 

Shit shake yo ass now ya up like yo father 

I got's to get away, I got's to get an disguise 

The rat's his on my ass time to get the fuck out of dodge 

'cause I'm to known for sellin' stone's on my fuckin' block 

These nigga's got these ki's I get these fuckin' flipper rock's 

Duckin' and dodgin' and steady mobbin' but the law keep's callin' 

'cause they hear a nigga ballin' nigga I roll's quicker out the cut 

The quicker to break 'em up, 'cause a nigga straight money struck 

Bailin' from the north 'cause that's my thang 

The motherfuckin' corn meal is the shit I slang 

Been did it and done it fuck that nigga done stunt'ed 

I'm runnin' and gunnin' show them nigga's ain't nothin' funny 

Chorus