Ghostown - f** the Pigs lyrics

J Formz: Pick up your f**ing phone son Cig: Son, it's this f**ing biddie, she doesn't leave me the f** alone...yo Wuts poppin? wuts goin on? we chillin' on Freedom... J Formz: Son where's your f**ing weed at? Cig: You know where the f** the weed is, it's in the glove compartment J Formz: Well son what the f** you got it in the glove compartment for son I got 50 pills on me I'm not tryin to get arrested, put it in the trunk Cig: Hold on 1 sec (sirens sound) (cop knocks on window) J Formz: sh** Cop: License and registration... Cig: I got my license but I don't got my registration... Cop: Where's your registration? Cig: I left it at home Cop: Is it in your glove box? Cig: No Cop: Check your glove box now Cig: No, why do I have to check my glove box, I told you it's at home... Cops: Alright, everyone step the f** out of the vehicle J Formz: Man, they know how the rest goes...2 f**in' times man you feel me? f** I'm supposed to do out here man? f** these pigs [J Formz] As far as I could see, here's how the game goes Somebody gotta move dimes, somebody gotta move O's Somebody gotta flip Q's, somebody gotta sell P's So the person at the top might as well be me I took my own advice, and I stacked my weight And I was strictly in it for the paper chase Then the pigs plot on me cause they want me locked And that's when I laid down Cameras On the Block It's too bad for them, that was all a big plot Cause I lied at the end, so nope, I never stopped Got into a fight with pops and knocked him out So since last summer I been out my house No home and no job, and no, it's not a lie So for me, hustlin's the only way to survive I moved on to bigger things to afford my own place And what else is new, that sh** blew up in my face I stayed with Cig, and I was hittin' him off With the best sh** around, then we both got caught Now they up in his face, "Who'd you get this from?" And the whole time, I'm sittin' next to son And all I'm thinkin' is keep ya mouth shut And he did, so when we got out, I sparked him up Chillin' in the cell, thinkin' sh**'s gon' go down So I took my shirt off and started screamin "Ghostown!" That's when I knew we had more then a buzz Cause dude we was locked up with knew who we was Got my arms through the bars and I'm screamin' at the guards Somebody's gettin' raped 2 cells down from ours They don't give a f**, they probably laughin' it up So I shook Cig and told his a** to get up He said "I'm ready, let's do it", I said "No Doubt" Now somebody spark a dutch because Formzy's out [Cig] As I'm in cuffs, all I could think was "Why me?" Look at Chef's biddy and whisper "I'm Sorry" Charlie said he's got some cops in his family But they stopped him mid sentence to a stunned FD And honestly dog, what pissed me off the most Was them tossin' my sh** around, knowin' they gon' smoke Knowin they gon' joke, makin' my cuffs tighter I'm supposed to be the star, son who shines brighter Pig said "Look at his chain, he must be a rapper" Asked me "Did you get your weed from this f**in' cracker?" No you f**in' idiot, what you think I'm a jerk? co*k s**er, can't you see my f**in' "Stop Snitchin'" shirt? Works what I do, and why I'm in this cell? While this crack head lady's screamin' "It's cold as hell!" Pig tossed me in the bathroom, and told me to strip It's an awkward moment when a man is starin' at your dick f** cops, I'mma be on the block again And if I can't sell trees, I'mma sell oxygen I'm a hustler, one that's bad for the feens health In S.I., we burn trees, so f** the greenbelt Scream help? nah, you must've got me confused Cause pops told me bout cops bullpen con views So I guess I'm just fillin' in his gone shoes Like father, like son, and I'm sorry it's not news To my brother, Mike, you don't deserve this To my mother, mom, you don't deserve this Cause Chris never wanted to see that face in court And never wanted to witness the way his father fought And never wanted to rely on his weed to be bought And never wanted to be the man of the house, that was brought Upon him with responsibilities to be taught And no, I ain't sorry, I'm just sorry I got caught