One time, one time [bad word] one time! (Where?)Runnin' from the police

One time, one time [bad word] one time! (Where?)Runnin' from the police (Yeah I know what you mean)
No matter what I do, they got a [bad word] still runnin' from the police
(Put them [bad word] Nike's on tight and get ghost y'all)Verse One: DramacydalI ain't got nuttin on my mind, but gettin in some trouble
Lickin shots to they block leavin bloody blood puddles
for some ridah delight, now we in a gunfight
I can shoot the gauge pebbles at the devils or die tonight
It's on me, but if I die bury me a [bad word] open casket on them [bad word] so they all remember me
With my vest on my chest, my tools and my piece
Thug Life [bad word] gotta me runnin' from the *police [bad word]  you know that's true
Catch a [bad word] like K-Dog, chillin wit a crew
Every [bad word] day parlay with my glass of Re
The O.J. and it's all OK
To that [bad word] fake *I shot*, got to play the man
Ran me down the block with my glass in my hand [bad word]  I hope it don't spill [bad word] chill, [bad word] is real [bad word] back my steelStill runnin' from the *police* I gets no sleep
I got you peepin in my window while I'm smokin indo
But I ain't no [bad word] track star, *Trator* got a Jeep
Like Big Mouth, runnin through [bad word] backyards
So I, grabs my piece before I flee
And instead of me runnin', these [bad word] is runnin' from me
Lick shots hits spots off on my piece
Cause a [bad word] like Big Mouth is through runnin' from the *police*Interlude: Don Gargon ?? (some ragga toaster, this is a very rough guess)I bust off! What about the time they pull me from the Bronco
lay, they tried to [bad word] me, but them can't gun store
When a batty bwoy do it from the mob
Ahh, pull up your pants then you [bad word] an left squad
Look around, look around, punk police
While gwan man doesn't a come but a bad boy test
Look around, look around, punk police
Me hafta blast back, cause de blast is bestVerse Two: Stretch, Notorious B.I.G.Yo I was, schemin and fiendin for loots and took the crooked route
to, ghetto fame I felt the pains and now I run the game
The insane brain, cold gettin fly like a plane
on them suckers with my [bad word] Biggie Smalls causin ruckusCheck it, I grew up a [bad word] screwup
Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and [bad word] blew up
Choppin rocks overnight
The [bad word] Biggie Smalls tryin ta turn into the black Frank WhiteAnd we got the workers choppin rock, Benz by the flock
And we gettin it, the dirty *pigs* jealous so they sweatin it
I'm lettin off smoke, hope they don't play me for no joke
and provoke the homicide, so just let the drama slide
We keepin it real, [bad word] how you feel, Biggie pass the steel
Let's serve these [bad word] slugs as a [bad word] mealWe had to grow dreads to change our description
*Tupac* on the milk box missin
Show they toes you know they got stepped on
fist full of bullets a chest full of Teflon
Run from the *police* picture that, [bad word] I'm too fat
I [bad word] around and catch a asthma attack (heavy breathing)
That's why I bust back, it don't phase me
When he drop, take his glock, and I'm Swayze
Summer break, my escape, sold the glock, bought some weight
Laid back, I got some money to make, [bad word]  Don Gargon ?? (again this is a very rough guess)Now it's war, me tryin to sell, runnin from the punk po-lice
They try to [bad word] me, but them can't gun store
What about they come to hold up me North
Pulled up the park, I left school and left buck
Look around, look around, punk police
Was about to blast with ya gun but you can't stop me
Look around, look around, punk police
Me haf to blast back, cause blast back bestVerse Three: 2PacThey got me runnin' from the *four-five*
duckin and dodgin in my survival
The Benzo and I let off with my *nine milli*
I'm movin swifter than the next [bad word]  no time for 
Cause in my mind all I wonder is who's next [bad word]  my