Lyrics:
that, it was a living cesspool
We got get on our shit like nats do
Police's be on my tip like hats do
But I stay strong like blacks do
Never saved by
and the punk can go one on one
Cover the lens on the TV screen
You know, so me and my gang just can't be seen
Lock the doors, and throw away the key
Close
don't stop this on my
Daughter I'ma lay down low (Bitch waddup)
Until the police give me life
I'ma knock you bitches off
Swerving late night all by my
I didn't want to come and I don't want to
Be here i'm the son of an
Atlanta City police officer
My cousin is an Atlanta City
Police officer and my
of doing evil deeds
Swear my mind a murder scene, Ain't no Callin the police
I'm falling outta my mind, Demon me look me in my eyes
Killed the Angel on my
Aint put puttin my hands up for nobody
My nigga im gripping the heat
I Rather be judged by 12
Then killed by 12
My nigga its really that deep
Rather be
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
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah
They like who that be
When I walk down the street
When they hear the hard beat
When I piss off police
They like who that be
he's yawnin
Put his glock to my chest as I paused
Went to jail in my motherf***in drawers
Tryin to give me, fifty-seven years
Face'll be full
at funerals
Police got me fucked up got me locked up in the juvenile
Got my momma crying cus she just wanted the best for me
People they be lying so I tell them
the days go by so slow and so wonderful
There's a house on the countryside where everything used to be golden
Till the police knocked on the door
When I
shouldn't be whinin', but abidin' by the law
Now it's obvious that you're lyin'
With so much drama in the industry
Hip hop police are listenin'
Be
now these lil' niggas, what?
I-I-I cannot lack, I'ma stay with my niggas and if you got problems, then we gonna solve it
All of these bitches be
satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with
the weed police
Ah damn, ah ah
But none of y'all niggas put in for this
Ah damn, 1, 2
The tick of my Audemar need a freeze
She on it she want it she need it
police
Woop, Woop
Them bitches comin' for me
You know the West gone ride
Nigga hit 'em up
Bitches run from the drive-by
When we pass by
Nigga
Woop,
niggas be snitching that shit lame
Stop that shit it ain't no game
She cheated on me I was like damn
I go by Erico$ that's my name
She is gonna ride for
gone try us, beat us up till we had enough
Niggas in my city yelling
NYPD SMD
All them pigs be racist
They could suck a dick
Oh u black then want
then that pig'll be vicious
Cause every hispanic at night is suspicious
I'm thinkin' to my mind that I can hardly bare it
I heard 'Fuck the Police
gonna be the same, man
Feds did a sweep
Free my niggas
Feds did a sweep
Real niggas linkin' up (real niggas)
Trill niggas linkin' up (trill)
Link
the reason why we're so fucked
'Cause by the time it's over, won't make the slightest difference
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
And I don't wanna be
Are we at War if I feel it's unsafe
For me to step outside my car
For a traffic ticket
And by the way that I'm dressed
Did I immediately become your
Comes the Judge, Here Comes the Judge
{Give it to me now}
[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
Here comes my Mac
I don't need this shit owned by stack
I don't need
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