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On a high speed chase they recognize my plates Wanted for a 187 and a stupid BNE in three states Got my glock cock, mind is ill mental Blastin' at one time through my back window, shit Sick individual, murder was my ritual Mashin' in a Pumped out caddy all original Bout a dozen RCMPS fineist all behind me Mad as fuck cause hang with local 3 18 Like a missile launch mad led from my pistol Jumpin' hills like the streets in newton Hard tryin' to stump him, reload my dumper Hit the ground, lost my plate and my back bumper A hundred and 40 Westbound on the # 1 freeway jr guardin' traffic cause I do shit the G way Hard to survive, lit up a 45 No alive instead bewelds wanted dead And it's on, stick to the fire, loops get me high Drop the four in low, as I smoke the back tires Peddle to the floor in a bucket low low One time trailin', hittin' corners, fish tailin' and some crazy ass Tokyo drifting' I continue to cap as the gap starts to pull again Mashin' through ash street the 321, a all points bulletin Wigs get pilled, crackers, runnin' from the kill Bugs flyin' into my grill and windshield Never see trial, say fuck tryin' to stretch me bewelds the cracker boy a fuckin' dead man if they catch me fucking dead man if they catch me.....
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On a high speed chase they recognize my plates Wanted for a 187 and a stupid BNE in three states Got my glock cock, mind is ill mental Blastin' at one time through my back window, shit Sick individual, murder was my ritual Mashin' in a Pumped out caddy all original Bout a dozen RCMPS fineist all behind me Mad as fuck cause hang with local 3 18 Like a missile launch mad led from my pistol Jumpin' hills like the streets in newton Hard tryin' to stump him, reload my dumper Hit the ground, lost my plate and my back bumper A hundred and 40 Westbound on the # 1 freeway jr guardin' traffic cause I do shit the G way Hard to survive, lit up a 45 No alive instead bewelds wanted dead And it's on, stick to the fire, loops get me high Drop the four in low, as I smoke the back tires Peddle to the floor in a bucket low low One time trailin', hittin' corners, fish tailin' and some crazy ass Tokyo drifting' I continue to cap as the gap starts to pull again Mashin' through ash street the 321, a all points bulletin Wigs get pilled, crackers, runnin' from the kill Bugs flyin' into my grill and windshield Never see trial, say fuck tryin' to stretch me bewelds the cracker boy a fuckin' dead man if they catch me fucking dead man if they catch me.....
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