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| Geto Boys Miscellaneous Crooked Officer Scarface: 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 and state troops That's the way you made us Sent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play us Lock us up for the summer took the brother's name away and 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 peeling 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 shit that you can ask us And since justice is blind, I'm gone buy the bitch some glasses Wake the fuck up chumps I'm comin after your ass Crooked officer Chorus: Mr. Officer, crooked officer I wanna put your ass in a coffin sir Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long It's time to grab my motherfuckin shit and get it on Bushwick: Oh Mr. Officer, crooked officer what's happening You beat another black man's ass and now you high tapping friend Do I have to move to River Oaks And 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 And if I talk back you wanna bust my black ass G Just like Rodney King But if you try that shit with me, its 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 and 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 Chorus: Big Mike: Momma called me up the pther day i got a warrant Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went Say I shot a nigga the other night at a party Lieing out they ass I was at home drinkin 40s Coolin with my niggas playin dominoes in the kitchen A big black nigga did the killin and I'm fittin the description And you know they think all black niggas look alike so now they got the flashlight lookin for Big Mike Jackin niggas up tryin to capture me Coppers wanna gaffle me Tryin to put bullets into the back of me Time and time again i told them I didn't do it And they knew it But they still pursued it So them motherfuckers blew So now I'm about to grab my shit And put them son of a bitches six feet under Cause I'm sick of runnin from you motherfuckers turnin tables cause i'm able I ain't fallin victim Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick them Cause I ain't runnin from the p-o-l-i-c-e never Motherfuckin t-i-m-e of day they'll have to g-u-t a me Off the s-e-t And my h double o d Fuckin around with the B-I-G You'll be in a g-r-a-v-e |
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