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run from the undercover - shug '96 lyrics

7 units, black male suspect, height five-nine
approximately one hundred and sixty-five to one hundred and seventy pounds
with short hair, beard, last seen wearing black jeans, black shirt, black boots
also known as mc shug, suspect armed and dangerous
suspect armed and dangerous~!

[shug]
gotta shoot my way up out this motherf-cker should i hear the cops comin
i better start runnin
they ran out of sh-lls, the clip’s loaded
i hit two of them pigs, buck buck, try to jack me now fool
down the nearest the backstreet, d-mn i’m on feet
watchin every car, cause the punks tryin to creep
western hills, oh western hills here i come
runnin from the undercover cop ain’t no fun
crooked–ss cops just shootin up sh-t like it ain’t no thang
tryin to start up the g-ngb-ng
in my hood ain’t no f-ckin set trippin
n-ggas do the bleedin, cops do the crip-plin
you mother-f-ckers dare shoot my cousin in the back
k!lled him on the spot pig~!
it’s open prey on the black head
shoot ’til the black’s dead

[chorus]
run, better run little brother, they k!llin off our color
run from the undercover
run, better run little brother
here comes the undercover, run from the undercover

{-police radio – can’t be transcribed-}

[shug]
f-ck i see a light
better duck behind a bush, and stay outta f-ckin sight
now we gon’ ride, the coast is clear
let me get the f-ck up outta here
wasn’t long before i get to 36 and campbell
that’s a motherf-ckin gamble (sh-t~!)
d-mn i hear shots
it’s the god d-mn cops, shootin up my block
motherf-ckin cops ain’t no good
i guess they want to be pigs in the hood
they want me dead
shug is the n-gga in the god d-mn, hear what i said
they must be shootin bombs
got the whole block lit up, like f-ckin vietnam
raidin the house of a black lady
she ain’t got no drugs, just her and her baby
they lookin for her son
run little brother run little brother run

[chorus] – repeat 2x

[shug]
f-ck you motherf-ckers~! that’s what i’m yellin out
cause they gettin too close to my house
and got no warrants, but still breakin in, sh-t
ain’t, that, a b-tch!
my whole family’s home
they wanna k!ll the lil’ black boy, before he gets grown
i shoot through the back way
gotta bam on the door, left my keys home that day
moms opened up
cryin like a motherf-cker, d-mn, i can’t get stuck
moms they after me
cause i’m a nightstalker with white hoes on the stroll
cause i’m the mack
teachin little black kids, how to kick facts
d-mn i hear ’em comin
fin’ to break down the door, y’all start runnin
i’ma hold ’em off for a second
i only got one weapon
my little brother yellin out pack come
let ’em k!ll me, run little brother run

[chorus] – repeat 2x

{-police radio to end-}

- shug 96 lyrics

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