| I walk the mean streets jackin' for funds, harrassin' black kids for fun
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| What seperates me is the badge and a gun
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| They call me Rambo, yeah you know, the cop who got grazed
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| Back in the days, chasin' niggas through your project maze
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| As fast as they ran, them monkeys never got away
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| If you slingin' in these parts, best believe I got a stake
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| A vested interest, if you resistin'
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| Get beat within inches of your life and then I spike the interest
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| I want in, you get 20, I want 10
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| You got 10, I want 5, pay attention or you’ll die
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| Simple as that, I took a bite out of crime, got bitten back
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| Started sniffin' packs, beat my wife cause the bitch was fat
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| My son’s a scumbag wigger, the kid thinks he’s black
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| I guess it’s just the good Lord’s way of gettin' me back
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| On top of that shit ain’t been right since '86 when my partner got 86ed
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| By some crazy mick, it made me flip
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| I’m out here shakin' down coons and prostitutes
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| Got snitches in every building — you get money, then we watchin' you
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| A dedicated team of sheisty cops, you want them white tiny rocks?
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| We control everything within 90 blocks
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| Protect and serve, that’s a joke, steal coke and get rich
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| Fuck these animals, crackheads, niggers and spics
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| That’s why I’m takin' your bricks, rapin' your bitch, you can’t do shit
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| My badge prevent it, I’m a bad lieutenant
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| I sit in hallways snortin' cocaine
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| Buggin' out, chasin' niggers on my horse in the rain, this is pain
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| This is my wicked castle, my fortress to reign
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| That’s how I’m sportin' this chain and supportin' Loraine
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| And Teneesha, this black bitch I shack with
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| On nights I got the pitch black shift, and she sucks my white fat dick
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| When I get the coke she cuts it for me
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| Such a lovely story, rob niggers who hustle for me
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| See the thing that’s fucked up, I set 'em up in drug busts
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| Take the money and pass the coke on to the next young dumb fuck
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| The ones who get cuffed’ll never touch us
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| Cause the American jury system will never not trust us
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| This is how it works in the hood
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| Why you think there’s so many guns, hoes and work in the hood?
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| I said, this is how it goes in the hood
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| Why you think there’s so many guns, and dope and work in the hood?
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| I got a tip this kid wasn’t breakin' bread, so I’m a take his bread
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| Break his head, he made his bed, next time I’m a make him dead
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| I seen him on the ave, he can’t be more than 21
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| From a distance I watch the money come, yo, this dummy done
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| I hopped out and seen all of his dunnys run
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| He tried to bounce, but had a funny run, bum leg and his tummy plump
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| I ran up on him, gripped him up, put my knee on his back
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| Pistol-whipped his ass, made him bleed with the gat
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| Raped his pockets, took all his stacks
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| Told him he know the deal, the cops get a part of all of his packs
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| A kid named Nathaniel, he was blacker than a cocker spaniel
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| We searched his crib, found three ki’s and lots of ammo
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| Day’s work done, I went to get my knob slobbed
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| Teneesha was waitin' with fried chings and won tons
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| Sat back on the couch, put my back on slouch
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| Relaxed my feet up, then I put my joint in her mouth
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| She started suckin' it, that’s when I heard the buck-buckin' and
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| The door kicked in, what the fuck is this?
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| Yeah, Nathanial come back to get his revenge
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| And sadly, this is where my twisted tale ends |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bad Lieutenant , by - Reef The Lost Cauze. Song from the album A Vicious Cycle, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп