Runnin’ Out da Crackhouse lyrics

by

Too $hort


[Verse 1]
My old school homie took a fall
His blood hit the motherf*ckin 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, motherf*cker, meet the hollow tip
But they let me get to the trunk so they f*cked up
Now I'm 'bout to explode, n*ggas suckin chrome up
Kick down the door and started spraying
My n*gga on the ground eyes wide open dead layin'
Busted a n*gga in the back rat-a-tat-tat
His blood hit the floor first
I heard his back crack
Sounds of a muthaf*ckin murder, the ghetto got me insane
To my damn brain
Never leavin the house without my Glock nine
You can't stop crime so I'ma c*ck mine
The other n*gga 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*ck for?
I caught a bullet up in my chest and I didn't know
But the bulletproof vest was on G
So I kept buckin at his ass like a donkey
And when I tried to run and get out
The pig put the Glock to my mouth
'Cause I was...
[Hook]
Runnin out da crackhouse, out da crackhouse
Runnin out da crackhouse, out da crackhouse
Runnin out da crackhouse, out da crackhouse
Runnin out da motherf*ckin crackhouse

[Verse 2]
Cop had his finger on the motherf*ckin trigger
Screamin some sh*t about a barbecued n*gga
I had a pocket full of 'caine and a bloody gat
I went insane when they blasted my cutty mack
He was my partna like En Vogue wish he hold on
But I don't think he'll be alive for too much long
I dropped the Glock with a puzzled look on my face
'Cause now I'm stuck with the dope and f*ckin murder case
They threw me in the car and told me that they wanted a cut
And if I try to get away a motherf*cker stuck
Excuse me officer but you can suck a n*gga di*k
He looked me in the eye and told his partna get the b*tch
Slobberin at the mouth, motherf*ckin canine
Put it in my face told me not to waste time
What's my name? Spice motherf*ckin Ace
Yelled f*ck the pig, spit a loogie in his face
He let that goddamn canine go
Me and that b*tch had it out on the floor
It went on for five minutes or less
Teeth marks on my motherf*ckin neck and chest
He took me down to the county
I'm seein' pictures of my n*ggas on the wall for the bounty
I walked in with blood on my pants and
n*ggas lookin at me like a black Charles Manson
And I still had dope in my mouth 'cause I'm fresh out da crackhouse
Out the crackhouse
[Hook]
Runnin out da crackhouse, out da crackhouse
Runnin out da crackhouse, out da crackhouse
Runnin out da crackhouse, out da crackhouse
Runnin out da motherf*ckin crackhouse
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