Lyrics:
and ching him
Me and my brodie step two pokeys
But he got nicked, see, my guy don't listen
Free up my brodies, cuffed by the police
Man, they're missin', they
he sell techs, and he sell D"
The balla by the bar saying
"Everybody drink, the best champagne
It's all on me"
Snitch in the back of the police car
niggas who workin
Two times for them niggas who hurtin
No time for the bullshit, swervin
No time for the bullshit, swervin
Police sirens stay chirpin
Yo
hammer on me
On me
It's on me
Yeah
And I dodged a fuck nigga
Like I duck the police
The police
Police
Yeah
Hold up
Verse two
I pull up like what it do
announcement
The police in your cities, for all intents and purposes
Have declared open season on black people (hey yo check one two)
Public Enemy was driven
goin'?”
Police: “ch its pacin'
License and registration?
You two I need your IDs
cnd heads up please I need to see your faces
You ran a light and a stop
already been beaten by some two racists
Who got free because the cops hates minorities
The police supervise masses
But who supervise those dirty fuckers
believed
My brother got killed by police
I told my hitta to burn down the streets
Fresh home never bought no weed
I copped 2 **** and a ********
down, drivin' 'round in an old Cadillac
Here come the Gator Boys, you
Radio and the police know we're
Comin' to your town
It goes a one, a two, three
bear
I'm smokin gas you can't hear me clear
All eyes on me i'm 2 pac
Niggas gettin harrased by the cops fuck the police
Police pull up at every block
She
the sword
Heard police was looking for me, I'mma hide by abroad
Shootin stars in my pocket, bitch sit on my rocket
I'm wired off a socket, but still shockin
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
[Intro]
Fuck the police!
Rip George Floyd..
No justice no peace
I swear to god these pigs ,thinkingthat we pussy
By having my mans dead
Na, I swear
(Chorus - repeat 2X)
As time keep passin' us by in my community
Wathcin' the children die
Bitch made police, and the brutality
Prozac and Ritalin,
to the money counter
Right next to the police scanner
Paid a nigga just to watch the camera
Bustin' bags down on the counter
Bustin' bags down on the counter
on me
I don't need no friends, I'm rich by my lonely
And your homies not really your homies
See your homies they really be police
Yea' your homies not
tight
She ain't caught an attitude yet
So I might let her spend the night
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Police got me on the run
'Cause they know we movin' by the ton
driveby shootings
have migrated into East St. Louis
Leaving three dead and two others injured
No arrests have been made
Police say this is
hot
So how the fuck am I supposed to make a knot?
Police looking at niggas through a microscope
In L.A. everybody and they momma sell dope
They
with two left feet
Couldn't be more complete when the music moves them(yeah).
Your probably thinking by now,
"It's so good what can I say?"
Soul shock
He looks away, breathe a sigh of relief
Situations like this are nothing but grief
Chorus
The police are over there
I tried to hide my vacant
It's warfare, throw your hands in the air!
Wave them all around because the police care?
Don't even try to test them, don't even fix your hair!
jumping from trees
Diseased, by the plagues of forefathers' birds and the bees
Flees and parasitical hosts that they call the police, freeze
You have
It's warfare, throw your hands in the air!
Wave them all around because the police care?
Don't even try to test them, don't even fix your hair!
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