Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Men In Blue, artist - Prince Paul.
Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Men In Blue |
«Give me some time to blow the men down» |
You have the right to remain silent. |
Anything |
you say can and will be twisted around and used |
against you in the court of law, I’ll make damn |
fuckin’sure of it! |
You have the right to an attorney |
If you cannot afford an attorney, which |
you probably can, we will be provided for you |
you stupid, freakin', moulanan bastard! |
«Blow the men down» |
It’s the bad lieutenant, runnin up in your tenament |
plantin’evidence on any black resident |
New York’s largest crew, it’s the Men in Blue |
we stick together like glue and make lies come true |
my name’s Officer O’Maley, I shoot you in the alley |
and burn you like a cross at a fuckin’clan rally |
I got spics sellin’nicks in the LES |
I stay untouchable like my name’s Eliot Ness |
New York’s finest, with a bullet-proof vest |
I confiscate the chronic, I let you keep the stress |
that is unless you wanna try and test |
I’m D.T. undercover, I lock up your mother |
you’re just another brother, you ain’t the mafia don |
who the fuck’s payroll do you think that I’m on? |
«The Police Department is like a crew |
it does whatever it wants to do the Police Department, we’re like a crew |
we do whatever we want to do! |
The Police Department, it’s like a crew |
it does whatever it wants to do the Police Department, it’s like a crew |
it does whatever it wants to do!» |
You know this ain’t Serpico and you ain’t Al P. |
I got it locked from Hunter’s Point in the Square in AL B. |
From the Bronx to Queens to Brooklyn to Staten |
we’re the most organized criminals in Manhattan |
When we come, we swarm in full uniform |
when the blue lights flash stop runnin’your cash |
It goes back to the days of Al Caponal and Frank Nitty |
illegal business controls the city — oh what a pity |
if your attitudes shity, fuck my money up kiddin |
you’ll be doin’this bit — if you spill what I did |
I’ll pull a pill in your lid |
don’t get you bustin like a cherry waitin’in the comissery |
Ahh, what’s this?! |
Crack?! |
Is that a gun?! |
You stupid moule fuck! |
You’re gonna be doin’some real time son! |
«The Police Department is like a crew |
it does whatever it wants to do the Police Department, we’re like a crew |
we do whatever we want to do!» |
I raid stairways in the PJs just for thrills |
and pull triggers on niggaz that won’t hurt the crills |
it’s brought up to paper, punk that’s the caper |
if we make this connection, I’ll give you protection |
In this year the mayor’s up for reelection |
so rat out all the competition in your section |
In the next day, there will be a drug sweep around your way |
so let your crew know, it’s time to stay low |
keep up in the dough and you get the info |
on what’s goin down and we can run this town |
straight into the ground, while we rise to the top |
there ain’t no such thing as a dirty cop |
cause I plant what I want on any crime scene |
I keep my hands clean, you know what I mean |
«The Police Department is like a crew |
it does whatever it wants to do the Police Department, we’re like a crew |
we do whatever we want to do! |
The Police Department, it’s like a crew |
it does whatever it wants to do the Police Department, it’s like a crew…» |
«Blow the men down!» |