Leavin the bank,full bag of cash
I've heard a call saying pigs be checking my stash
So I run fast,with the gun in my hand
The knife in my mouth,walkin to home land
Should I ring a bell? Fuck it.
I drop down the door and so unlock it
6 coppers turning over my house
I found dead and raped,my beloved spouse
So I pull my gun out cock it
Fuck it,they asked for it,they got it
Aim at their heads,pop it
One pig yelling stop it
'It was a simple misunderstanding'
'No it ain't from where I'm standing'
4 of them down one is currently landing
The remaining one ran as fast as he could
He ran like Asafa Powell would
So I let him run,but little that he know
That a bomb in the station was about to blow
It would be a firework show,the sky glow
So I kick debris up in my path
Me and Jona's photo on the wall, it dangled
My life turned 180 degrees,but it was a perfect angle