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Lyrics: Good evening, We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message To uh, fraternal order of police in philadelphia. Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, Here's something nice and friendly, And it goes something like this. f*** tha police, Comin straight from the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to kill a minority. f*** that sh**, cuz I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha f***a with a badge and a gun, To be beatin on, and throwin in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell. f***in with me cuz I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin my car, lookin for the product. Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics. You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and lorenzo chilling in the benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water. A young nigga on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin in l. a. Yo, I got somethin to say. f*** the police, Comon! off, what? f*** the police, Yeah! Comon! f*** tha police, Yeah. f*** the police, Comin straight from the underground. Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown, And not the other color so police think, They have the authority to kill a minority. f*** that sh**, cuz I ain't tha one, For a punk mutha f***a with a badge and a gun, To be beatin on, and throwin in jail. We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell. f***in with me cuz I'm a teenager, With a little bit of gold and a pager. Searchin my car, lookin for the product. Thinkin every nigga is sellin narcotics. You'd rather see me in the pen, Then me and lorenzo chilling in the benzo. Beat tha police outta shape, And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape, To mark off the scene of the slaughter. No controller, bread and water. I don't know if they f**s or what, Search a nigga down and grabbin in the nuts. And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none. But don't let it be a black and a white one. Cuz they slam ya down to the street top, Black police showin out for the white cop. Yeah, my brothas will swarm, On any mutha f***a in a blue uniform. Just cuz we in washington d.c, punk police are afraid of me. Hey! Punk on a warpath, And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath, Of cops, dyin in l. a. Hey yo, we got somethin to say. f*** the police, Comon, sing that sh**, Right now, Comon! Comon! One more time, Here we go, here we go, Comon! One more, we gotta do it, right now, Yeah, Check it out. More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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