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I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time I'm sick of you hoes tryin' to run mine I'm comin' with a good line, runnin' after one time I got a grudge against you blue suits Black suits, white suits an' the state troops That's the way you made us Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you play us That's the way you made us Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you That's the way you made us Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you play us Lock us up for the summer Took the nigga's name away an' passed us as a number Just because you legally pack a gack, man Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man Especially you black cops, you let your gacks pop Because them honkies got you brainwashed Now we come to new dealings Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peelings I'm cuttin' shit short, ain't no fillin' out reports 'Cause you ain't makin' it to court I'm lettin' freedom ring From the hole in my glock, for fuckin' off Rodney King It ain't nothin' that you can ask us An' since justice is blind, I'ma buy the bitch some glasses Wake the fuck up, chumps, I'm comin' after your ass Crooked officer Mr. Officer, crooked officer I wanna put your ass in the coffin, sir You shouldn't have fuck with niggas like myself for too long It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit an' get it on Oh, Mr. Officer, crooked officer, what's happenin'? You beat another black man's ass an' now you high tappin' Friend, do I have to move to River Oaks An' bleach my fuckin' skin so I can look like these white folks? Just to get some assistance Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin' persistent 'Cause you wanna harass me, yeah? An' if I talk back you wanna bust my black ass G Just like Rodney King But if you try that shit with me, it's gonna be a different scene Try to pull me over on a dark road But I'll be damned if I don't grab my nine an' unload Until every blue shirt turns red, you heard what I said? I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead So you better start pickin' out your coffin, sir 'Cause I'm comin' after your ass Mr. Officer, crooked officer I wanna put your ass in the coffin, sir You shouldn't have fuck with niggas like myself for too long It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit an' get it on Momma called me up the other day, I got a warrant Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went Say I shot a nigga the other day at a party Lyin' out they ass, I was at home drinkin' forties Coolin' with my niggas, playin' dominoes in the kitchen A big black nigga did the killin' an' I fit the description Yeah an' you know, they think all black niggas look alike So now they got the flashlight, lookin' for Big Mike Now they got the flashlight, lookin' for Big Mike Now they got the flashlight, lookin' for Big Jackin' niggas up, tryin' to capture Coppers wanna gaffle, tryin' to put bullets into the back Time an' time again I told them I didn't do it An' they knew it but they still pursued it So them motherfuckers blew it So now I'm about to grab my shit An' put them son of a bitches six feet under 'Cause I'm sick of runnin' from the motherfuckers Turnin' tables 'cause I'm able, I ain't fallin' victim Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick 'Cause I ain't runnin' from the P O L I C E, nay Any motherfuckin' T I M E of day They'll have to G U T a me off the S E T An' my H double O D, fuckin' around with the B I G They'll be in a G R A V E Mr. Officer, crooked officer I wanna put your ass in the coffin, sir You shouldn't have fuck with niggas like myself for too long It's time to grab my motherfuckin' shit an' get it on Mr. Officer, crooked officer I wanna put your ass in the coffin, sir