Fuck the Police

On the count of 3 say Fuck The Police 1, 2, 3! (Fuck The Police) Yea, fuck em! Applaud any nigga We can lose a few of em, we got enough of em My niggas on the corner, they be dodgin and duckin em Bitches gettin' pulled over end up fuckin em For real! And see we got these fake cops They thought he had a gun Made a mistake cops, I hate cops Turn on the TV whats this? Another cop busted for illegal business They outta control they outta their mind They pullin' you over, they hoppin' inside Just they know you got drugs they know you got guns And they know they be mad when they can't find none Stupid! Don't they know they invented the stash box? The heat be in it, you need a key to get in it Any offended people suck my balls All y'all off the wall Get stupid dawg Don't hold back, don't let go Don't say damn Just say whoa Get it up, mo dough Feel it up baby On the count of 3 say Fuck the Police 1, 2, 3! (Fuck the Police) Yea, don't they know its dangerous in these streets? Don't you know its gangs of us that roll deep? Nigga! We O'G's fill up the whole jeep, nigga Hell wit the flows, and deal with the beats nigga Hell in the Rover, its over homes we hold deez The reason we hold beans its no peace in the streets With the police in the streets, yo It's cops that owe niggas Dough for O's and ki's It's more than a beef with five-oh In the streets with the five-oh its a game of survival duke Now tell me who protects me from you? I got people that buy tek's and weed from you And all a nigga see in the news Is cop corruption niggas gettin' popped for nothing And niggas get stopped for nothing And cops pull out the Glock and bust em Y'all need to get shot for nothing! Cause we don't hold back We just let go We don't say damn We just say whoa Get it up, mo' dough baby Fill it up!

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