Lyrics Shootin' on Narcs (Part II) - Gangsta Pat

Shootin' on Narcs (Part II)

Who’s that knockin' on my door?
NARCOTICS
Break out artillery, hide the motherfuckin' product
When they bust in then imma start bustin' their ass
Blowing the weak motherfuckas in the past
Cause I’m tired of this police shit (Word!)
Them motherfuckas don’t faze me they must be crazy
Bustin in a nigga’s house making much racket
I kill a motherfucka in a metro jacket
In a minute, shoot his ass down to the concrete
That’s what he get for being one be
Police motherfucka tryna be a hero
You read it in a paper, «Narc Shot By A Negro»
But see I’m a gangsta and I don’t play that shit
Especially when it comes to making a hit
And when there’s money involved
You see a nine millimeter gets my problem solved
Cause I ain’t got time to be locked up (locked up!)
For a motherfuckin' sucka that’s rock up (rock up!)
Cause if I get caught, it’s for keys and blocks
But a crazy motherfucka like me is shooting on narcs
(Gangsta Pat talking)
Homeboy look at the position you’re in now.
Police department.
You know what
I’m saying?
You know how serious that is?
Those are real guns you’re dealing
with.
Those are real bullets flying past you.
Real helicopters flying over you.
Man, you got think about what you doing, man.
Cause if you weren’t ever in the
game, you’re gonna be in this position in the first place.
Think about where
you got yourself.
Yo, this could be the end of your life right now
(Gangsta Pat)
The crazy motherfuckas tryna stop crack
Bringing their ass on a rock track
Dressed like a junkie with a image they stuck to
(Hey, man, do you know who selling rocks?) Hell naw, fuck you!
A .357 will put that deceased
A nigga can’t have shit for no motherfucking police
They see a brother, they jump up, they stop and stare
Narcotics need to sit their ass down somewhere
Cause they’re the ones bringing the dope in
It’s no doubt
It’s just their plan to wipe the black man out
But I’ll shoot one of them motherfuckas down to their health
Black narcotics making a fool of themselves (Fool!)
Thinking that he’s doing right, working for the enemy
No black brother with a badge is a friend to me
The narcs be rolling through the hood
Looking, urging to catch a young motherfucka serving
When I ride past them, I sit up tall
Jumping ???
tried to get me but I shot ‘em all
Tried to arrest me and plant some rocks
A crazy motherfucka like Pat is shootin on narcs
(Fat Tony, Gangsta Pat talking)
Outtro:
The one thing in this country, niggas have to put up with is cops