| Yeah, yeah
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| Let me talk my shit
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| Nigga, this that 90 miles per hour on the freeway, nigga
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| This that motherfucking black hoodie shit, my nigga
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| Now we been baptized in a gunfire
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| These cops round here too motherfucking one sided
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| They fucking liars
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| Every time I hear these motherfucker’s sirens blaring
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| I wanna put something through that badge
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| Hollow tips in your power steering
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| We say fuck cops and then them gun shots
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| All night we ducking them buck shots
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| We hear pop-pop! |
| Nigga hop-pop!
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| You ain’t strapped then homie why the fuck not?
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| Hearing guns cock, we hear one shot
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| It’s a moment of silence for the whole block
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| Cause when one of us gone, it’s like we all gone
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| Fuck that, yo I’m ready to fight!
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| Cause I’m so tired of this same old shit
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| Feeling like I ain’t got not rights
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| Every time I turn around them red and blue lights
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| Always fucking up my night
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| And me wanna load up and put all you pretty motherfuckers up in my sight
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| All up in my sight
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| You done fucked up now
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| You done crossed that line
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| Wait till I come back
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| Ima bust that nine
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| Y’all thought that shit was fine
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| Till that shit go (braow!)
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| I done lost my mind
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| Niggas is bout to find out
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| (Somebody gone die tonight)
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| Fuck the police
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| Shit, fuck the police
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| (It's about to be a silent night)
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| All this blood on the streets man, fuck the police
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| (When that crowd ignite)
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| And unite like «Fuck the police!»
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| (better hug yo wife
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| Man fuck yo life!
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| Payback, payback)
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| I done lost my fucking son because of this bullshit
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| Now I’m at the pulpit because of what I did with that full clip
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| And the judge and the jury, so fucking full of shit
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| Do you know how many times
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| These mutherfuckers try to pull this shit?
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| And it’s fucking murder
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| Hide behind your badge and get away with it
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| Thought it was protect and serve
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| But half the time that’s really not the way it is
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| But you niggas got it coming
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| And you so outnumbered
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| It’s bout to be a cold ass summer
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| (Base hook) x4
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| And I’ll be on my knees
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| Praying for the day
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| That you remember me
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| You’ll come back this way
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| (Lead going over repeating hook)
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| And who’s gonna love me now, ay
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| Oh daddy why’d you let me down, down
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| Oh did you forget I was your flesh and blood
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| I need you to remember me
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| Ooh praying for the day
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| Cause Mama couldn’t raise no man
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| And though she do the things she can
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| Every woman needs a helping hand |