Talk to me.
Is it just me or is it my skin color and every other brother that gets sweated by those in the blue suits with the badges who abuse their authority to sweat us young black minorities?
You know, we just trying to have things, man.
We just trying to survive.
We ain't all bad.
And the stolen Nova.
Five O's, they pull it over.
Two pints from Soba.
Ain't no time to see the rollers.
They're in folder and they knowing that I'm a soldier.
Bumping that C-Vol, kill the K-Puff and Dozier.
Moving closer, bust his caps like I'm supposed to.
Checking my trail because they hide up on my tail with no chance in hell to see no motherfucking bell.
I'm as deadly as a third rail.
Hard as nails.
Forty acres in the mule.
Be my fuel.
The act of fool.
I'm lacking cool.
To these wise folks, pay the dues.
I feel used.
I'm breaking the rules.
I'm bad news.
Why they dummies with no clues?
Still, I break streets.
The law takes the law into my own hands.
A grown man with more plans.
They can't stand.
So * them and feed them.
I don't need them.
Easy to read them and never believe them.
Blue suits and badges.
Badges.
They at us.
It's tragic.
Talk to me.
Blue suits and badges.
Badges.
They at us.
It's tragic.
Some dirty bastards.
Blue suits and badges.
Badges.
They at us.
It's tragic.
Uh, uh.
Blue suits and badges.
Badges.
They at us.
It's tragic.
Now Mr. Cop got problems now and want to bring them to the streets.
Badge and heat.
That's all he need to delete.
His mind is weak.
A billy club is how we speak.
His wife's a freak.
I knew them pipes had a leak.
And it strikes you deep.
Now he ain't nice to me.
He slicing beef.
For any life up in the streets.
You call police.
They have you resting in peace.
Never the least.
The funeral parlors and the reefs.
Twice a week.
A brother's mother's in grief.
Tell the chief.
His code of silence won't breach.
Save the speech.
Your blood sucking ass leech.
Hypocrites.
So tell me how you gon' preach.
Beneath the seat.
He keep a six shot repeat.
Easy to reach.
For the case he can't beat.
With numbers filed.
And after a while the black child's to wonder how.
He's supposed to act now.
When the killer nigga theme is all that he can dream.
You pull up on the scene with your mug on me.
Sweating my whole team.
And checking for cream.
What does it mean?
Never coming up with a thing.
Blue suits and badges.
Badges.
Hey Alice.
It's tragic.
Blue suits and badges.
Badges.
Hey Alice.
It's tragic.
Get some dirty bastards.
Blue suits and badges.
Badges.
Hey Alice.
It's tragic.
Uh, uh.
Blue suits and badges.
Badges.
Hey Alice.
It's tragic.
Talk to me.
Police killer.
This is for my niggas.
Gorilla milk sipping.
Pure gorilla pimping.
Man I tell ya.
You a cop.
Quickly accelerate, stash the 38, spark a sack
Eyes front to back, they on me, I just purchased a new LAC
They can't * with that, I been making hoes strip for eons
Papered up, young Gotti corrupt, I just don't give a *
The one time some peons, you big squiller killers
Thumping and doming, on Rome like the Romans
Gotti Stallone in, the motherfucking house
With a big fat dick for your motherfucking mouth
The cat and mouse police chase just took place
It's the forbidden nigga written all over your face
I'ma bank out with banks, something to work on
Hit the raid with the * the police t-shirts on
Blue suits and badges, badges, hey Alice, it's tragic
Blue suits and badges, badges, hey Alice, it's tragic
Blue suits and badges, badges, hey Alice, it's tragic
Blue suits and badges
badges, badges, hey Alice, it's tragic
T-W-D-Y
And my nigga young Gotti corrupt
But the Y-2 yay
And this bitch my jig all motherfucking day
Oh boy