Pam the Funkstress scratches the phrase We wanna get it on cause we dont get along [Boots] Now the FBI monitors with no feedback Saw me on the street, ask me where the weed at Or the coke I dont sell and yet I dont believe that Set me up Im runnin breathin like a Sleestak Ran into a car and almost bent my knee back Its better than a cell while my lawyers fee stack Ducked into a liquor store they ask what you do Wearin FUBU it was my man NDuku The bat and tote go through, I said, Merci beaucoup If they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicks Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool Whip Face down, gettin dirt on my back to school fit My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue lips When the fuse lit, you dont see the few flip Kick our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit Til then, they wanna see us pushin up tulips Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think Im sterile Got up, brushed the gravel off my apparel This girl Cheryl got parole violation Said she was high cause of pupil dilation If you never got arrested now since infinity You get searched livin in this vicinity Or harassed, beat the shit out I mean, the livin daylights Wouldnt be no dope slangin if McDonalds paid right They target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican Mow you down men, or theyll find your next of kin Whites sell more cocaine and amphetamines But the justice sentence us, more than like to credit dem The ruling class shifts dope to you and me And dont get arrested, this is lunacy Or is it pimp low magic in unity Is it a war on drugs, or just my community? Now who gets paper and who gets perved? Who gets slapped and who gets served? Now this type of shit get on my last nerve I think about it in the car and I start to swerve Who gets paper and who gets perved? Who gets slapped and who gets served? Now this type of shit get on my last nerve I think about it in the car and I start to swerve I got a commonest plot to get the federales hot So many cops around the block ?? Tupac You gotta flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks? Now this is for la gente, keep it calliente Lets send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanente Not a teacher but a sensei These rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid I bust the donut up in front of Wenchels Makin police state officials with fat bones Thats made of gristle test they torque to differential Now its essential, our problems aint provincial fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensils That type of struggle motivated my pencil It aint mental its material Police are the fist of the imperial, Im spittin through your stereo Babies need cereal, folks need currency My job got a crowd wavin applications fervently Somell get accepted, mostll get rejected Guess they gon til the new prison get elected And thatll solve they unemployment streak Theyll be makin microchips for two dollars a week Thats why they packin us in there in droves and fleets And Channel Two gon call it cleanin up the streets Now who gets paper and who gets perved? Who gets slapped and who gets served? Now this type of shit get on my last nerve I think about it in the car and I start to swerve Who gets paper and who gets perved? Who gets slapped and who gets served? Now this type of shit get on my last nerve I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
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