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Mother************* the police, always be ******* with me |
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Everywhere that I go |
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Mother************* the police, always be ******* with me |
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Everywhere that I go |
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[Hook x2] |
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Do I look like a criminal, criminal, criminal, criminal |
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What the *************? |
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[Verse 1: Fredro Starr] |
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Do I look like a criminal? |
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Police wanna hella sweat |
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Cuz I keep a hoodie on, Bill Belichick |
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Every night I'm gettin' stop-and-frisk |
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When I walk into a drugstore they think I'm here to shoplift |
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I'm just picking up Percocet prescriptions |
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Cops always tell me they don't fit the descriptions |
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So what I gotta trial convictions |
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I can't leave the house less it's under conditions |
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Another worries, I'm a changed man |
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But they think i'm doing primary time on the exchanged hands |
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I've never been on Gangland |
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Got tats on my neck and they think i'm in a gang |
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Damn! |
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So what I gotta blue laces |
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And I'm fighting for my life, cuz a ************* got two cases |
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I guess I got these crackers shook |
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They scared to death when they see me |
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What the *************? |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Verse 2: Merkules] |
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These tattoos got them thinking I'm bad news |
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I'm the reason their kids like to listen to rap tunes |
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But cash rules, my face covered in scars |
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Cops is on me cuz they think I'm trynna run from a charge |
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Man it's bad, I can't even hit the ball in peace |
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The second the public see me they just call police |
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I keep my third eye open when I walk these streets |
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They don't wanna give me chances all they want is the beef |
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And I know I did some real wild *************t in my past |
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So they test me by telling me I gotta piss in this glass |
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This *************t isn't right, I ask them what they talking about |
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Cuz I see them them out my window when they watching my house |
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I swear to god they better not step foot on my yard |
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I'll start jumping at these suckers, have them look at their god |
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************* a stereotype, you better take it back ************* |
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I wasn't born this way, the cops made me like this |
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I ain't a criminal |
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[Hook x2] |
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[Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz] |
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Do I look like a criminal? |
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Cuz my pants be saggin' |
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Red box scissors and my drawers are slaggin' |
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They that my facials look so violent |
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What the *************, that's racial profiling |
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Pull me over like my tag is expired and *************t |
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Like there's no way it's his, he high, why that *************t |
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Gun registered, still trynna hide that *************t |
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Till this day they can't believe they let me buy that *************t |
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I come to visit, you think i'm scoping out your spot |
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They takin' pictures, you takin' this for my mugshot? |
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They be calling me a criminal for so damn long |
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Start to believe they right you gon' make do something wrong |
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You see me in the hood, you think i'm trynna rob you |
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I'm just talking to you when you think i'm trynna calm you |
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No matter what, they gon' call me a crook |
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So you think I give a ************* if I look like a mother******* criminal? |
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[Hook x2] |
