Artist: N.W.A
Title: Sa Prize (Part 2)
Album: 100 Miles And Runnin'
Year: 1990
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Intro 1
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Lyrics:
Chorus:
f** the police! f** f** f** the police!
[f** them motherf**ers!]
f** f** f** the police!
[Get paid back] You're motherf**ing right yo
Verse One: Dr. Dre
f** the motherf**ing police!
They don't want peace they want a n***a deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem and by the way the perform
It seems the Klan gave the white police another uniform
And yo the black police, the house n***as
They gave you a motherf**ing gun, so I guess you figure
You made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black a** back in the ghetto, yo
To k** another n***a, catch him with crack, in fact
Freebase - they put in the neighborhood in the first place
But the brothers ain't stupid, remember that
You got a gat, I got a gat, so wha**up with that
A to the motherf**in K
The last words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherf**in family
They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, f** em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, f** what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherf**er to what I gotta say, yo
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INTRO 2
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Chorus:
f** the police! f**, f**, f** the police
f**
f**, f**, f** the police
[Now for the first episode]
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil n***a is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two kinds of people
White rich f**s and the ones who get hara**ed like me
Pull over to the side, routine for me
Tearin up my sh**, like they lookin for a key of c**aine
But they never find the sh**
Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to f** wit
Thinkin everything is stolen
But can't face facts that a young black n***a's just rollin
Making more money than they ever make
Taking more sh** than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to k**, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his a** and start steppin
Cause I'm a n***a that don't give a f** about nothin
So let me explain a lil somethin, yo
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INTRO 3
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See, I got this problem, a big problem...
Cops don't like me, so I don't like motherf**ing cops
Chorus:
f** the police! f**, f**, f** the police
f**
f**, f**, f** the police
[f** the police!]
Police brutality is common in my neighborhood
That's why I hate them motherf**ers
Verse Three: MC Ren
I said f** the police but with a little more force
And maybe now I get my point across
It's a lot here that's goin on, just open your eyes and look
Everyday a young n***a is took
Off the face of the street by a police
It's like they gotta a n***a chained on a short leash
You can't leave out the city that they shacked up
Cause if you do that's the right they got you jacked up
It's embara**in because you know they justice, but all you can do
Is say f** this, because if you move, that's all she wrote
So what? The excuse to shoot, or they rather stomp your head
Til you're dead with the steel toe boot
Hara**in me with some kind of mind game
Actin like a n***a just was born with a gang-name
You call that right but when you're black there's no right
Some recreational sh** was only a gang fight
So shootin at the cops was a street thing
To waste time have to explain don't do c**aine
But everything was done just for peace
To retaliate, on the f**in police, so I'm sayin
Chorus:
f** the police! f**, f**, f** the police!
f**
f** the police! f**, f** the police!