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Cool-ass al, he got a badge from the neighborhood yo |
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Fly police car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now check it out |
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Now al used to rob, used to smoke, used to steal |
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And he rolled a mean game of dice |
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A factor boostin he was nice as he proved on the daily tip |
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At macy's, he and this kid up in lacy's |
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Throw his head to blow when he turned into a fed |
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I seen him, one day, i tried to get inside his head |
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There's two fit ill, glock cops, with passion |
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Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes |
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Another brother, a sister or somebody's pops |
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And when i see al, he never stops |
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Unless it's to make an arrest |
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He can't kick it, unless he writes a ticket |
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He got a nasty way, attitude everyday |
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It makes me kinda mad cause i really can't hit him |
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But brothers scheamin to get him |
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(shoot 'im inna de busta bumba claat) |
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At any level the worst devil is a black one |
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And if you see one you gots to attack 'um |
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One day, i had the cell lit, up on lewis park |
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Cool al appears, backs up, fresh clarks |
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It's a hot day black, and the sun's beamin down |
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But i gotta get on the ground? |
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You're, sworn to whitey, do you think that you're mighty? |
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You take the honor of bein the black bull carter |
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It's a shame cause use done out your righteous name |
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For a little rank and more fame |
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You're whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump |
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So instead of warnin brothers, better hide and take the picture |
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You know the brothers wanna hit ya |
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("gimme a gat i'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!") |
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So carry your gun, especially off duty |
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Don't forget that there's a price on the booty |
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Hidin upstate won't make you safe |
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By the way, are you of christian faith? |
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Then prepare to meet your mystery, become a place in history |
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Force come shot down with some brothers from uptown |
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And if we're not totally through |
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Then you'll be left black and blue |
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Man these black ones is just as bad as the motherfuckin white ones |
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They get a bullshit badge, and think that they god |
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But yo i ain't havin that shit, i put a hole in they fuckin ass |
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Then they see who's god |
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Comin in our midst causin this motherfuckin confusion? |
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I send that ass back to the essence quick fast |
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[lord jamar] |
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I knew a cop named roy, a good nigga boy |
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To pull the trigger on another brother was a joy boy |
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Didn't give a fuck if your face was black |
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He'll blow out your back, and say you sold crack |
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He'll see you in your car and don't like your look |
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He got beef with gold teeth so now you're a crook |
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Flash the lights, pull to the right |
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Put up a fight, well say night night, cause roy boy might |
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Pull out the heater, for him there's nuttin sweeter |
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Eight to your head, from his nine millimeter |
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Roy had a thing about young black males |
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He wanna see em dead or either locked in jail |
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Down with every drug bust, for him it was a lust |
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Kickin down doors is like dickin down whores |
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I remember when he was a rookie, a tough cookie |
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Beatin down kids for playin hookie |
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You see roy is the type of ne-gro |
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With a alter-ego that's illegal |
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He like shakin down niggaz on the block |
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Take you face down, let you hear the sound of the hammer cock! |
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No need to fill out a report |
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Cause everybody know roy doesn't get caught |
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Now he's feeling like superman |
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To the trooper stand, with an uzi in his hand |
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Now roy's gotta answer |
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The pig's gonna get smoked like cancer, sticks |
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For all the tricks that roy's ever played |
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Toy with the wrong nigga, boy you get, sprayed |
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For all the fucked up shit, that you put a brother through |
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Black man, learn to love you |
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Cause even if you're dead, me and my crew |
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Will beat you in your head, and leave your ass full of lead |
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Black and blue |
