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