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Five Minutes to Flush (Intro)

Five minutes to flushThey say they just wanna question me the interruption

4 in the morning they knocked and caught me fuckin'

Throw on something mad provocative play with the top lock

Buy me some time so I can hide the shit kinda quickMove the guns clip the herb

They got me shook up plus my nut was disturbed

Hide the chocolate pickin' up shells form off the carpet

Baracaiding the door for war like a hostageIt's my crib, got my name on the lease

Can't explain niggas just get arraigned and released

But who snitched set me up, I think it's you bitch

Sacrificing my life for you two kids?Truth is, I got a business to lose eyewitness news

Paper tellin' bitches to move, police turned this into a zoo

Mad reporters, I laugh as I'm sippin' my brew

They think they caught us4 in the morning Feds are out at the door

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do when they come through for you?

Ooh, ee ooh, ee ooh, ee yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

4 minutes leftAbout a minute went by they knocked harder

My bitch went hysterical in shock

Slapped her to calm her, 4-4 cocked to armor

It's been a long day now I raid with jakes playin' in the hallwayIt's senseless, enter my crib and can't prevent this

Blockin' my entrance, trying to knock it off the hinges

Battering rams coming inches, my hoe was buggin'

Throw a fit throwin' puttin' coke in the ovenLike I'm Larry Davis the phone rang some D.A. bitch

"Nature turn yourself in" I didn't say shit

Knowin' in my heart I'm a stay rich

It's abusing, confusing them until they lose patienceTry to ease up, calm my nerves with the cheeba

Hoping the door doesn't fall before the keys flush

Thieves rush, plus the riot squad

No surrender no retreat shit's deep but times is hard4 in the morning Feds are out at the door

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do when they come through for you?

Ooh, ee ooh, ee ooh, ee yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

4 minutes leftBy the time they had busted in I had touched the cash

Just flushed the last hundred grams nigga sub-duct the math

They made me either that or let them take me

Still in my night clothes fake like I'm asleepSpoke to my rat, heard him ask where the coke at

Predicate felon hope to never go back

They had surveillance aware of all dealings

Knew about bitches that liked to shoot and loot kept in ceilingsSearching my spot behind curtains stay cursing

Chief of police finally meet him in person

But I just flushed the yayo what could he say do

Trying to flip on me, once was on the payrollTrying to lay low he can't find what he need

So instead I'm cuffed taken down for some weed

But it's just for a short say, I call the Firm then emerge

On the streets to return the next court day4 in the morning Feds are out at the door

What you gonna do?

What you gonna do when they come through for you?

Ooh, ee ooh, ee ooh, ee yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

4 minutes left

Songwriters

YOUNG, ANDRE / FLETCHER, JOHN / HUTCHINS, JALIL / SMITH, LAWRENCE / BAXTER, JERMAINEPublished by

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, UNIVERSAL MUSIC PUB GROUP, WARNER CHAPPELL MUSIC INC, SILVER FOX MUSIC GROUP

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