poppin' 'em off Niggas call me the cab driver now I'm droppin em' off Training day, you could hear the sirens All the cops crooked like who you people jivin' Head
jams knocking harder than wood make ya boogie with the fly armstrong crew Phife Dawg and Shaq Fu this is how we do funky renditions there's no competiton split mc's apart as if their
world was mine, till I saw the cops coming And it's too late [Verse 10: Low-G] My homie died and the cops called it drug related I was standing right
A lot of hoodlums These are just the bums that are really pissed off Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by the system Cops, they ride around
at night, with the ? and two mic Form a little lynch mob, and stomp through the five boroughs Head back to Brooklyn in the Expo Back on the block, I see the cops
aggravations Riots in the train stations, criminals grabbin' cops Snakes rattlin', angels draggin' Seven head dragons out the Roman empire Surrounded with fire, liars in the Pentagon Drop their
eye Word up hop, clueminat call the cops And if the cops ain't tryin' to see me, then the cops call swat Scar your whole squad with bullet scars No holds
admit Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
'm peed off And do you wanna know why? Go 'head tell 'em Salt All right, let me explain what upset me No we ain't tryin' to be sexy Dismiss is quick with
buddy got a temper, he dyin' to pop off Last time he did the cops had the block all locked off Take him with me to hustle, stashed him in a trashcan My fingertips off
my head up to the sky 'Cuz I?m stuck in this life until I die Lord, stop me from being crucified as soon as I I?m tryna keep my head up to the sky 'Cuz
monkey on my neck Who crawled off my back and tried to make friends Now I'm walking 'round lit like the fun never ends But someone ran their key on my
go Aiyyo, set it off, let it off, get it off Get this shit wild like thugs from up north Fights in the crowd, the shots'll jump off Body's on the floor
tar face baby watchin' Scarface I dreamed of guns and tons of coke on a car chase A fat connect with a kingpin Colombian Plus props for crooked cops,
Admit Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little biko, that was two junior High school psychos Stinky bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head
cops and robbers The niggas who unload first be the survivors The rest is dead on arrival, keep your heaters off safety I never let you crook cops erase me, cops
their own cost, dreamin' Screamin' how we never hold positions, that's the meanin' Brothers of murder victims share the same grief The elderly shake their