watch out for de hip-hop cops
watch out for de hip-hop cops
watch out for de hip-hop cops
i was walkin down flatbush avvvvve
dem a searchin for de gangsters
dem a search for dem toolies
stick up kids in the 'ville
dem a run around with blue steel
but if you continue to fuck with my hood
we gon' burn down the precinct
if you continue to fuck with my hood
tear this whole. motherfuckin city apart
from the suburbs to the gritties blocks
bring yo' niggaz bring yo' hammers bring yo' ammo
guard yo' family my nigga! uh uh
burn them motherfuckers 'til then
up in the wrong hood again
stuck in the wrong hood again
you lil' young-ass copper!
you ain't heard? niggaz walk around here with choppers
take yo' ass on back to st. elsewhere
all the narcotics that you want
excuse me mr. officer; let me see yo' hands
it seems we havin miscommunications
like it ain't enough bullshit i'm facin
it'll be more than a pleasure to book me
a killer on the block with a glock never shook me
and you won't search me unless i tell you you could
this ain't one police plaza you lil' faggot
and you gon' need a lil' backup
you make me wanna roll up
with a ar-15 and take it to the extreme
and steam through the motherfuckin glass
and put a da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-dent in your badge
you fuckin fag! keep snoozin as you walkin the beat
it's like dancin with the devil
in the ghetto we got metal police
ever since i got the wealth
it's just hard battlin myself
i'm with them kids from brownsville
if your chain is heavy deep
trust me - ayyyy - i was raised in the ghetto
i saw fiends talkin to they shadows
things done changed now i live in the meadows
cribs so big when i speak you can hear a echo
but vanity is vanity life in the hamptons
my f-1 mclaren can't fit in my {?}
smoke so much i can't get high no more
i drink so much i can't get drunk no more
what'chu know about my stress mr. officer
what'chu know about my stress mr. he told me he'd let me go if i'd play some
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