When you hear that, that's the sound of the police   Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast   When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga   You better get to runnin' nigga      It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you   Without a rhyme about the nine and what the Tech do   The four pound line, a thirty eight special   With AK shells through your Teflon vest too      Yeah, Scrap, when the Bastard's back out   The pastor's back out, the casket's passed out   It's shit bags and them Catholic's passed out   Shoot up the crack house, smack worker's bond like crack's out      Go to war, Mack never backed out   The mac's get backed out, the air's get dust off   The cage get bust off, the shaft and the stock get cut off   Your cash and your block get cut off      And the SWAT and the ambulance rush off   My hand on my nuts like fuck y'all   My SP Jeans drift, layin' on them dot grim shits   I'm out to buck you like and one, just run when the van come      When you hear that, that's the sound of the police   Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece   Toss the handgun, before the man come   When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga   You better get to runnin' nigga   Toss the handgun, before the man come      Wu, wu, wu, wu   Wu, wu, wu, wu, wu      Shame on a nigga, who try to run game on a nigga   Who put the strengths on a nigga   Wu bandana, I smoke Diana   Fuck Joanna, she hot, though we be hand her      The Ol' is famous, put in the rhymin'   I gets mine, stop being wondrous   Americana, half Montana   Only gonna smoke the best marijuana      Dis the Grammy's, on the panel   Change the channel, good smell flannel   You think shit is dandy, well, fuck your candy   Forty foot glock, shoot with handy      I fucked Amanda, you talk propaganda   Only gettin' money, on the Maranda   I stay candid, government branded   Heavy handed, woman demanding      When you hear that, that's the sound of the police   Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece   Toss the handgun, before the man come   When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga   You better get to runnin' nigga   Toss the handgun, before the man come      It's not game of R. Kelly   Run up on twenty-six and seven, coke peli'   Open up and them in deli, spray whoever the sweaty   My felony, mix emotions when I walk in that building      That's why I sip that purple pill   That make choke up your seven   Back the ac' as if you don't notice   Make me call that boy Mack, Bean Sig' flip you over      Respect mine, them tech nine's ain't my thing   I defeat the purpose of death lyin' with one ring   Make the place, vacate, I can't wait   For you to come out your face, so I could come off the waist      Hey, it's Peedi, Peedi, when you see me, take it easy   My uncle be named Reesy, his luger be named Squeezy   Make you get low without M-Eazy   My murder just might please you, you know them niggaz my people's      And every time you see me do my thing   They tell me, Peedi, Peedi, crush easy, the Mac gon' ring      When you hear that, that's the sound of the police   Whoop, whoop, man, you better throw that piece   Toss the handgun, before the man come   When you hear that, that means the cops is comin' nigga   You better get to runnin' nigga   Toss the handgun, before the man come      When you hear that   Yeah, this that shit straight out of jail, muthafuckas   You know what I'm sayin', you know how we get down, nigga   This that real shit, muthafucka, 2003 shit muthafucka      You know what I'm sayin', Dirt McGirt, muthafucka   Dirt McGirt, muthafucka, Beanie Sigel, muthafucka   Beanie Sigel, nigga, better get down and lay down   State Property