When I'm riding down the street, you know what I see?
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And some look nerves, and some even smile.
But it really depends, if I have them on file.
But they know if I do, and then they react.
Running down the street, throwing a hand full of crack.
Or maybe some weed, or even some pills.
But I'm right behind them, enjoying the thrill.
The thrill of the chase, cause I'm trained to run,
But I've got to be careful, they might have a gun.
But if they do, I pity the fool.
Cause in my case, majority rules.
But I'm prepared, no matter what they do.
I'll out think them, and outsmart them,
Cause of my high IQ.
But there he is, laying on the ground.
And on his face, a great big frown.
Cause now he's tired, and caught by me
But that's, the price you pay, when you choose to flee.
From a law man, especially me.
