Spice 1 - Runnin?Out Da Crackhouse Lyrics

Verse 1:

My old school homey took a fall
His blood hit the mutha f*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 mutha f*cka meet the hollow tip
But let me get to the trunk so they f*cked up
Now Iæ ¦ æ 'out to explode, niggas suckin 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*ckin murder the ghetto got me insane
to my damn brain
Never leavin the house without my glock nine
You canæ ° stop crime, so Iæ ¦a 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*ck for
I caught a bullet up in my chest and I didnæ ° 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
As I was...

Chorus:

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

Verse 2:

Cop had his finger on the mutha f*ckin trigga
Screamin some shit about a barbecued nigga
I had a pocket full of æ ¶ane and a bloody gat
I went insane when they blasted my cutty mack
He was my potna lackin (?????)
But I donæ ° think heæ £l be alive for too much long
I dropped the glock with a puzzeled look on my face
cuz now Iæ ¦ stuck with the dope and f*ckin 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*cka stuck
excuse me officer but you can suck a nigga dick
he looked me in the eye and told his potna get the bitch
slobberin at the mouth, mutha f*ckin K-9
put it in my face told me not to waste time
Whatæ ¯ my name? Spice mutha f*ckin ace
yelled f*ck 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*ckin
neck and chest
he took me down to the county, Iæ ¦ 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 Iæ ¦ fresh out da crackhouse, out
da crackhouse