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