Runnin' Out Da Crackhouse Lyrics

Verse 1:

My old school homey took a fall
His blood hit the mutha f**kin wall
Ran to the trunk and got the ak cause the funk was on
It felt like christmas day
I got a present and it come with a banana clip
Santa claus mutha f**ka meet the hollow tip
But let me get to the trunk so they f**ked up
Now Im bout to explode, niggas s*ckin chrome up
Kick down the door and started spraying
My nigga on the ground eyes wide open dead layin
Busted a nigga in the back rat-a-tat-tat
His blood hit the floor first, I heard his back crack
Sounds of a mutha f**kin murder the ghetto got me insane
To my damn brain
Never leavin the house without my glock nine
You cant stop crime, so ima cock mine
The other nigga had a baby mack, and he was off the crack
He shot and missed and I shot back
But we both hit the floor, what the f**k for
I caught a bullet up in my chest and I didnt know
But the bulletproof vest was on g
So I kept buckin at his a*s like a donkey
And when I tried to run and get out the pig put the glock to my mouth
As I was...

Chorus:

Runnin out da crackhouse out da crackhouse
(repeat 3x , 4th = runnin out da mutha f**kin crackhouse)

Verse 2:

Cop had his finger on the mutha f**kin trigga
Screamin some shit about a barbecued nigga
I had a pocket full of cane and a bloody gat
I went insane when they blasted my cutty mack
He was my potna lackin (? ? ? ? ? )
But I dont think hell be alive for too much long
I dropped the glock with a puzzeled look on my face
Cuz now Im stuck with the dope and f**kin murder case
They threw me in the car and told me they that wanted a cut
And if I try to get away a mother f**ka stuck
Excuse me officer but you can s*ck a nigga d**k
He looked me in the eye and told his potna get the bitch
Slobberin at the mouth, mutha f**kin k-9
Put it in my face told me not to waste time
Whats my name? spice mutha f**kin ace
Yelled f**k the pig, spit a loogey in his face
He let that goddamn k-9 go
Me and that bitch had it out on the floor
It went on for five minutes or less, teeth marks on my mutha f**kin
Neck and chest
He took me down to the county, Im seein? pictures of my niggas on the
Wall for the bounty
I walked in with blood on my pants and niggas lookin at me like a black
Charles manson
And I still had dope in my mouth cuz Im fresh out da crackhouse, out
Da crackhouse

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