Lyrics:
because I was at an anti-police brutality protest, doesn't mean I'm anti-police. We want justice, but stop shooting unarmed people."
it?
Will he survive?
Terror in his eyes
Night the city cries
Payback is crime
He damn near died
Banished my wounds not mine
The city cries,
a piece of the hood
they had drugs, bettin' numbers, police understood
they played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
plush mink, pimped out
Lies) Sharpen swords
(Abuse Power) Guard the doors
(Fire Bullets) Colonize
(Terror War) Call it yours
Far as the eye can see
There's eyes in the sky that
The cops shoot with flash balls
It may cost you an eye (Thugs)
They want to increase
The anti-police sentiment
Use the police like a private army
"The
If my hommie say he pop you, man that shit goan smoke
Seen a nigga lost his life, man this shit aint jokes
Police out here killing niggas coulda been
they clothes cheap
Snitches in the streets got the
Feds ridin' fo' deep
No sleep, police knockin' on the door
It's a battle and a war
Make 'em pile it
as police drive by
Took out my four-five, cocked it, put it to his forehead
Dugout his pockets, went in his shirt, and took his locket
Threw him near
Alors mec bsahtek si tu donnes pas ta clique
On est tous anti-schmit's
Ouais tous illicites
Wesh alors tu veux goûter le nectar?
Tu sais qu'chez nous
spokes
They was organizing, investing in a piece of the hood
They had drugs, bettin numbers, police understood
They played the Cotton Club, red carpet,
to the heart, but I didn't kill Cyrus
Noorotic, my style format rocks the project
I get as ill as chief of police on narcotic
Give me a time and I'll free
to man
I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to
That's why the police been drivin' around so hard
Yeah, burning the spot up man,
with him, made me a hustler
Born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects
Revolutionaries, who ain't open up they eyes yet
Life of a slave, ain't no
it's Grease
Grease and you know I'm anti, I
Don't fuck with police, nah
And let me tell you one
Thing, I'm about my cheese, no rat
I'm serving all
bulletproof off
But when they jump, I pump
To put some murderin' punks
And then I dump all his body parts into my trunk
Scarecrow
Play
I'ma terror
a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my
came from a sergeant
Daniel Florendo Jr. and his other police companions
See that's what it is in the abuse of power
The true meaning of evil and terror
Here's ya ticket, ain't nothing more sick than terror dome
I walk the path of righteous even when foul like Joe Peppitone
The clock awoke me, it
(Tangg Da Juice)
How many days done passed us, in jail without bail they trying to cast us
On the street corner police harass us
We got guns cause
with him, made me a hustler
Born as a ghetto child, raised in the projects
Revolutionaries, who ain't open up they eyes yet
Life of a slave, ain't no
Is unemployment's source
So the INS are given
Unending power to enforce
The restrictions regulated by
Immigrants descendants
Who project open border
Anti social stoner smoking gas out a bubbler
Love a skinny bitch with pretty titties and a bubble butt
Hungry for the money road to riches better buckle
friends around
Tryna move my family out the projects tryna make a grind
I ain't even fucking with the police I've been anti-violent
Everytime I try to spit
these shores
Churchill went and sent them to the Palestine Police Force
Anybody born in the shadow of their main oppressor
Diamonds form from years under
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