| Cop: «You wanna go to jail?»
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| Kid: «Well, for what, for what?»
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| Cop: «Shut your fuckin' mouth kid!»
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| Kid: «What am I getting arrested for?»
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| Cop: «For being a fucking mutt»
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| I’m a mutt, you a mutt, yeah we some mutts
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| Weeded up, but nah, we don’t got no weed on us
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| DTS tried to scheme on us
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| We see the bluff, we see through it, we see you pigs, we see the cuffs
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| Porky pine, prickly but couldn’t stick me this time
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| With a fine, that I’d fine, four months after that shit was signed
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| For a crime, commited, did it, bullshit quit it
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| It’s a dime, I didn’t hurt nobody, I didn’t cross no line
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| Often times, minding my own, on my why home, train waiting, patient
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| With the weight of the world on my dome
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| Thinking about how I could change up the city and take up my throne
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| They break up my zone, chain up my arm, they take me, I’m gone
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| To the boys in blue, never really liked 'em, rubbed me rude
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| While I was cruising the nue, vibin' the view
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| Hear the whoop whoop whoop, «stop don’t move»
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| Hands on the hood, you gave me that look, wearing ya hood
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| Like a crook, mutt no good
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| To the boys in blue, rabid rats rip pork to stew
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| Nork the new, yorks my yard, my lady too
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| Ya want ya two, fifty all numbers, whats new
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| Keep the heat off yourself, up ya rank, quota thats due
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| Bling for ya boo, suckin' kelly and bloom
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| Off in a room, for summons that loom, to the boys in blue
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| My city view’s subdued by duded in uniforms of blue
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| Conforming to their or you will get turn in two
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| Remove ya'
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| I ain’t no wise guy, but you’re always looking at me crazy
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| Stop question and frisk me, frisk me cause I’m looking shady
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| Remove ya' |