| Basically I’m the worst nightmare you ever had
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| Figure a trigger happy nigga with a badge
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| Parading around Los Angeles
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| High off coke with a banana clip
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| Feasting off the weak street evangelists
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| With a manuscript in professional ass-whipping
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| Task force, brass knuckles, a master in ass-kicking
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| If you ask for it, I blast for it, you’re back flipping
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| No one saw it, I won’t stop, the clock’s ticking
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| Got a rookie for a partner that’s ready to fight niggas
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| The world’s a merry-go-round, I stereotype niggas
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| He’s a spit in the face for pitbull or bite niggas
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| Matter of fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigga
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| The projects on lock, they trust my logic
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| Cause the star cops got it from guns to narcotics
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| My object is to deprogram, blind your optics
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| You cannot stop this mission, this topic
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| Cause you could write tickets my nigga or get paid
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| Learn this game in the streets or get slayed
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| Collect this cheese at the end of this maze
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| Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days
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| Need I remind you, how easy it would be
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| To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you
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| Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there’s a nine too
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| Cause psychologically the guns you use will define you
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| Evil streets don’t sleep, be careful with whom you mingle
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| In a city where it pays to be bilingual
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| Yo soy grifo, no me importa tu culo, si, via a diablo
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| I’m five-oh, leaving enemies dead on arrival
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| For a couple of mil', and you’re fucking the deal up
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| Try to play hero cop and you still suck
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| Put you to bed, one in your head, you won’t feel much |