Lyrics:
Communications
officers
it´s a 10-2 signal good
signal good
10-5 relay
apco Association
10-4
Acknowledgment
affirmative
Communications
officers
it´s a 10-2 signal
Uh huh
Blackhand Entertainment
Roc a Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction
With everything
Blackhand Enertainment roc-A-Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction with everything official yeah
I ride
to church, on Sunday,"" ""It's Monday, haven't you heard?"" ""Sorry, my mind's just a little slow, I smoked too much pot so I had to grow, Now I'm 45, retired
Deplorable by association, Go against their fascist mob if you dare
Hated by Karens all across the nation, mainstream media corrupt I swear
So sick
Please officer
Why you wanna kill me, officer
When you already know that I'm innocent
But you don't really care cos I'm a Black citizen
I know it's
the sea floor traveled by the Mantis... check out my antics in this deep blue sea... a hispanic causing panic screaming Fuk da Police... Crooked Officer
that right Mr Officer?
[Chorus: x10]
(This is Orion 15-431-0-5-0 up in Tennesee outta Fort Dix representin
Cleveland and Illtown)
[Treach]
People ain’t eating they say the reason
Resources depleted for the defense
I’m offended by it these authentic liars
Should’ve been retired let me
remote control
I am lady, baby girl, piece of ass, beautiful
I am frank o'hara, a milk maid
The senator, retired bank officer
I have a bed, I lie in
multiply it
Sticking with the facts don't get it twisted like a pair of pliers
Having motion such a liar
Nigga washed his flow retired
Talking and I walk it
We had to document instructions
In a format the planet could understand
We whisper unpleasant quantities for innovation
We threw off the associations
retired
Their daughters in the back
Did their best to attract
That fine young officer
Who recently moved from the town of Hackensack
This highway’s just
Captain David Dorn retired after thirty eight years on the force
Two Local thugs were charged with his murder and they showed no remorse
In downtown
a nine
Fuck 12, sorry officer i can't abide
Putting pressure on they necks so I know they mad
Wanna see me down bad cos I'm getting cash
You would never
modern day slavery
We ain't picking cotton no' mo' bitch, we picking off cops
Negro life in association, we issuing out glocks
Mr. officer, crooked
modern day slavery
We ain't picking cotton no' mo' bitch, we picking off cops
Negro life in association, we issuing out glocks
Mr. officer, crooked
the gangstaz I'm acquainted
Death to Ms. Johnson
I made that pussy famous
But she's a police officer
The demon's agent
Where all them nauti dreads
Girl quit
than pops
Shots fired
Quick fast now ya mans retired
Body lying on concrete
I think ya mans dying
Baby mama in the street crying
Baby gotta snotty nose
Captain David Dorn retired after thirty eight years on the force
Two Local thugs were charged with his murder and they showed no remorse
In downtown
feels
The soldiers get to slacking kill the officers
No room for little mercies when you're ghengis khan
They used to call me temujin in all those days
Daddy, remember me?"
He said, "No!, I'm gonna hafta sleep on that, I'll come down there in the mornin' and see"
And Officer it wasn't even my idea, I
directed to
By a Police Officer or MTA crew member
Have a safe day, thank you for riding with us
The struggle never ends
Hello everyone
The New York City
the plug)
Aloba sure (aloba sure)
God is the plug (god is the plug)
Aloba sure (aloba sure)
God is the plug (god is the plug)
Retired but not tired
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