A Thug $tory

Deep from the death as I crept
I can feel his clock in the back of my neck
Thinkin' to myself "what the fuck" as I pause
I can feel my heart pumpin' from my balls
Up against his gun, what should I do?
Make the wrong move, nigga might shoot
An I don't want blood over my cashmere suit
My pops always warned me when I was comin' up
If I played pussy, then I was bound to get fucked
Instead I got a gun to my head, 'bout to get bucked

So I slowly crept out the cut at a quick pace
Took a slug to my shoulder and got deep laced
The rat pussied out and out the door he raced
Nigga gone and dropped his piece
Heard the sirens comin' from the police
Shit, need to get out, can't be seen
Pockets full of dirty cash and illegal green
I'm all aggy with blood drippin' down my leg
Got to hide the guns and knifes under my bed
Shit's confusin' and causin' me to feel nauseous
Can't stop now, need to be cautious

Head up the stairs and hide the poppy seed
Dustpan and brush residue from the wacky weed
Picturing images of being in court as I plead
I'm dying anyway so I'm thinking suicide
The feelin's too much, might hit the ceilin' and hide
Probably the first time, that I've ever cried
The police in blue come runnin' through the door
I can hear their vibrations through the wood floor
Their screamin' "put your fuckin' hands up"
At that moment my ego takes over and I stunt
Reach my jacket pocket and pull out a Mac 11

Shit's all white, I guess I'm in Heaven