Something about the Cops

Verse One:
On the blocks that I hang on these cops a trip. here hungrier then thugs when It comes to chips.

Put drugs on the streets and watch them flip. Throw away straps , and crack. there fully equipped.

Got every inmate in town at there fingertip. Some use to be bloods, some use to be crips.

Targeting prostitutes that walk to the strip. To avoid going to jail, They get treated like flips.

Pull niggas over they think gang bang, and steal guns and cocaine. And rip the speakers out your mustang.

And one thang for sure. You won’t be secure, with an amateur cop. Ready to shoot premature.

Now a days you can’t use video to escape, Cause the hoods been duct taped, molested, and raped.

And the landscape is burned down buildings, illiterate children, broking homes, turned out women.


Hook [ I don’t like them, No! I don’t trust them No! I must duck them. It’s something about the cops.] (Repeat)



Verse Two:
Tell me, What other place, you get stopped cause your race. and a broken tail light results to guns in your face.

And police brutality’s a black mans reality, and a fatality’s a small technicality.

Get transferred, While a mothers life’s blurred. Blacks they choose for the news, Every single word slurred.

I’m fed up, Trying yo keep my head up, And spark the mind of these soldiers that’s blue and red up.

We need to stop these trigger happy cops, from killing servileness, stop buying from there shops.

Make inflation drop. We control the money, I know it sounds funny. in this land of milk and honey.

But racal profiling is common like free styling. and back stabbers smiling. Lifers in the pen wilding.

They said I never had a chance, I guess I’ll blame that on my pops, I’m not paranoid. It’s just something about the Cops.

Hook [ I don’t like them, No! I don’t trust them No! I must duck them. It’s something about the cops.] (Repeat)