Trickery Snickery hawks
The fellas pulled out their glocks
they check the time and came to find the enemy on the block
they clock the gats blat blat blood splat
some lives no longer tick tocks
heart stopped shells pop
screams top and another clock is heard
except this is of the 5-0
homies split and on the go
hop in the scraper bam goes the tire
now the whip ridin too slow
they surround the car
aimed steady from afar
they know the homies can’t be trusted
but the whole block knows them dudes is busteddd.

They tried to come up from being rookies

hear they are straight to booking

now there for the crooking of a life.