| Cops be warrin' with the search warrant
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| I know we bold, better ask about us
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| We won’t be sold, speakin' truth the loudest
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| We go in so, can’t nobody doubt us
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| Cause somebody gotta speak for the people, and uhh
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| Soldiers control, we can’t be divided
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| For the people, we represent the righteous
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| We way too cold, don’t even think try us
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| It’s hard truth for the win all my kin’s invited
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| P-Dog, still on that organized warfare
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| If it ain’t 'bout a revolution then I don’t care
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| Break jaws 'till the state laws more fair
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| Escape dogs and batons and my door and stairs
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| I’m a panther but I’m hog status
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| Pro black silverback packin automatics
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| Where a black man’s life is cheap
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| Between police and the cold ass streets, got us seekin' freedom
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| I was raised in a hood of hydraulics, narcotics and pistols
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| Hood politics and bird whistles
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| Lames can’t survive on the turf, so they join the police
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| Or either kill innocent lives in the church
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| So I tuck the snug and move with a ya ya
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| While other niggas singin' peace and all that kumbaya
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| In God I trust, bust 'til the clip is empty
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| I’m underground, like Harriet Tubman in some Dickies
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| They must be snorin' thinking we ignorin' them
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| Man we got somethin' for them, if they try to storm in
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| They must be snorin' thinking we ignorin' them
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| Man we got somethin' for them, if they try to storm in
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| Never gon' compromise, break or apologize
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| Ride until I see a black face on the dollar sign
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| Thug with a conscience, fuck all the nonsense
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| Blackness the movement while justice the topic
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| And not just marchin', we pickin' off targets
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| Death to oppressors when pistols is sparkin'
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| Khaki suit, my uniform, general, my rankin'
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| Black revolutionary motherfuckin' gangsta
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| Always on the front line, dodgin' all the politics
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| Huey Newton zappin' 'em away with the gold stick
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| Sendin' robotic dogs to my door it’s crackin'
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| I ain’t runnin' like scary Jakari Jackson
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| I ain’t spendin' one night inside ya FEMA camps
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| I got no love for republican or democrat
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| Brothers be glued to their phone
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| Open up ya eyes, black slavery’s still goin' on
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| They must be snorin' thinking we ignorin' them
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| Man we got somethin' for them, if they try to storm in
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| They must be snorin' thinking we ignorin' them
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| Man we got somethin' for them, if they try to storm in
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| I see you twist a lotta vicks, so I’m hip to y’all’s crime
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| Pistol Politics on my mind at all times
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| Everybody know it’s racial, but y’all don’t wanna say so
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| So court is now in session, my expression’s more than facial
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| Recognition, no smilin', mission, go wild and
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| Time to do my own hate crimes and my racial profilin'
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| I’m dialin' 911, 'cause I’m just gon' rebel
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| All rydas go to heaven, and cowards go to hell
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| I’m sick of you people shootin' us unarmed people
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| The Lord created us equal, but you choose to be evil
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| A victim of casualty, brutality, do us dirty
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| The audacity, even though we the ones who pay their salary
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| I’m smokin' a cigarette drinkin' coffee, back and forth pacin'
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| Stressed out, heart hella racin'
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| Trapped in the system, they got me on a leash
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| Process of elimination, no justice, no peace
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| It’s the killa cali black guerrilla pig chopping organized
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| Ryders screaming black power, firin' on the other side
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| Do it for the women, for the babies, for the right to live
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| Do it for the freedom, fuck the system for the way it is
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| Raise a fist, it’s all about race
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| And black lives matter so we organize and escalate
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| Calling all cars for the cause ‘cause we tired of waiting
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| Don’t worry what we gon' say, worry what we bringin'
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| See ya groovin'
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| We soldiers and we done swore
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| To rep the movement
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| And always try to reach ya mind
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| We ain’t playin'
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| But some never seem to notice
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| What we sayin'
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| I guess it’s all part of the plan
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| To keep us losin'
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| I know we bold, better ask about us
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| We won’t be sold, speakin' truth the loudest
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| We go in so, can’t nobody doubt us
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| Cause somebody gotta speak for the people, and uhh
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| Soldiers control, we can’t be divided
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| For the people, we represent the righteous
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| We way too cold, don’t even think try us
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| It’s hard truth for the win all my kin’s invited
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant
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| Cops be warrin', with the search warrant |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Search Warrant, artist - WC. Album song Pistol Politics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп