And that's how we do
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Smokin em muthafuckas
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No justice, no peace then, Mr. Policeman
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Save a life for your kids and your wife
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No more donuts and coffee
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And I'll be back once I get off these concrete streets
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Infrared scope and I'm mad as fuck
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I'm on the roof tryin to duck from the pigs, cause they suck
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Pick em all one by one, cause they all got a strap
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Tryin to beat us with the stick and the gat
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Lookin at the news and now I see pals
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Carlton, Koons, Hearns comin up sooner than he thought
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It might be at a stop light or maybe at the station
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Either way it go, I'm stilll makin bacon
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Stuff him with a apple in his mouth, make sure he's gaffled
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Tie his ass up and bring him back to my castle
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Throw him in the dungeon, leave his badge and his gun
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In the car, turn it upside down, burn it up
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And let it blaze, all I got left is one guage
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I slung all the ones that I brung from the gun
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Store, I gotta get at least three more
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And I could give a fuck what you think I got em for
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And all the King's hoes and all the King's men
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Go try to put this shit black together again
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Come on
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12 whites on a black, what's next?
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Pull a man out his truck and get stretched
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I got a grudge with the judge
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Cause he don't show no love for chocolate fudge
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He only likes vanilla
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But we do all the work like Cinderella?
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And I'll be damned if I get paid at a minimum wage
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While they afford to eat like a smorgasbrod feast
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And leave us here down in the dumps
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The place where Donald Trump would get his ass jumped
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Slavin at Mickey D's for 4 bucks and a quarter
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And can't afford a Big Mac with a soda
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The biggest crooks, the biggest thugs there ever was
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Was the ones that they vote for and hope for
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Quicker than a zig-zag, they got big bags
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Fill em to the ceilin, now who's doin the killin?
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Then they point the finger at the young male black
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Workin two jobs, so he gotta sell crack
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So all the King's hoes and all the King's men
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Go try to put this shit black together again
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Come on
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Let's do it like the wild wild west
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Take off your holster and your gat and let's scrap
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But Porkey the Pig don't wanna get em up
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Unless you got your hands in some cuffs
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Will I break the law if I break your jaw?
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Turn around take two steps and draw
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And make sure your plastic kill
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Cause I came to get busy for real
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So when you jump in my fo'
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Make sure you slam the do'
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And no bullshit on my flo'
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Cause all the King's hoes and all the King's men
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Help put this shit black together again
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And I'm Audi
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Black Togetha Again
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King Tee |