Blue and red flashing through his window
Ran away from the popo
Gasping
Cause' his wind's low
A loser in jail
But he has a chance
He could win though
Opened the door
And let the wind blow

Howling of the hound
Front door down
Police get in
Guess what?
No sound
Fast footsteps on the ground
Of the young **** who was bound
To be in school
But he took it like a joke
Ha ha
Pro clown

Running through the bush
Blood hounds behind
Adrenaline pumped by the fear
Running in his mind
Yeah he was cruel minded
But his love was one of a kind
This love was caused by the one inside....
Of the bag

Using...
Helicopter spotlights
Geographical spot heights
Cause' they knew this criminal was not light
What they were doing was not right
After a while he took a shot right
Through his heart then his eyes went low
Like smoking *** sight

The police surrounded the lying body
Blood on the floor
Bullets in his leg, arm, shoulder
And in his heart was number four
This time the popo were raw
No smackdown just *******
Dead was the ****
Everyone was sure

After a while of silence
After a while of pure silence
A crying voice went out
Everyone knew it
No doubt

One of them opened the bag
It was a lady
No one thought it would be possible
It was a baby