Conscious Daughters - Bring It To Ya lyrics

[Intro: Paris] Yeah Special shout going out to all them motherf**ing pigs out there Boys in blue, ghetto Gestapo "To serve, protect and break a n***a's neck" is how the saying goes I'm here to speak on that Special One, step up and let they a** know [Verse 1: Special One, Conscious Daughters] Friday night, me and Afro Key and The Coup I'm celebrating cause we coming up and sh** is moving It's the Conscious, The Daughters, Daughters Conscious represent East O, dipping slow, hit a right on 35th On my way to, kick it with brother cause it's time For me to get my feel so I'mma go for mine But the 5-O, wanna follow me and try to break Cause Special One is making more than piggies on the take Should I, pull over, and hope the sh** is cool? Or should I mash cause I ain't no motherf**ing fool? See, Oakland California is a city where the pigs don't play I see that sh** everyday so I'ma bring it to ya [Interlude] Yeah, you better listen to exactly what's going on (I'ma bring it to ya) Pigs out in this motherf**er do whatever they want, whenever they want (So I'ma bring it to ya) Robbing, k**ing, raping, you name it, they done it (I'ma bring it to ya) And still do that So next time you feel like you safe in the community, think again [Verse 2: CMG, Conscious Daughters] Mr. Police Man or whatever you call you You can't sweat the C cause I'm not that easy Violation 1, 2, 3, CMG in the O Getting jacked by the po-po Show me any cop in the community who's fair And I'll show you some more that rather see a sister dead So tell me, what's the reason for the jack? I talk back Oh, now you take my money and ask me where I got it at? CMG is just a Cash Making Girl An artist, an artiste, so what? f** the police And any other cause I'm down to squab (Why is that?) b**hes wanna do me cause I'm rolling with The Mob Motherf**er [Interlude] Yeah So now I got my Molotov co*ktail, fire grenades (I'ma bring it to ya) Muffler bombs, people's grenades, pipe bombs and sh** (I'ma bring it to ya) I'm blowing locks, I got my motherf**ing sling shot (I'ma bring it to ya) And of course you know I got the Glock 21 semi-automatic [Verse 3: Paris] Up from the depths of, quiet is kept a Soldier was awakened where a n***a once slept In the face of adversity, no mercy on my soul I've seen 'em do the dirt, now blood is running cold Five deep in a Cutty and I'm gripping on a nine Cause I'm through crying foul, they running out of time Got Doc K, Cloud D, Wood and Yonny Yan Riding pump in the trunk for them piggies when they come See, n***as steady dying never making front page In America is scary, Whitey never caught a case For k**ing Blacks, so we holding court up in the street Please have some mo' "Coffee, d**h & Donuts" on your beat Now some will say, "Cop k**a music might incite" But k**er cops whoop on n***as each and every night So tell me who's to blame for the hate that hate produced I'm better off dead than with you f** America [Outro] Yeah, f** America Them motherf**ers don't give a f** about you (I'ma bring it to ya) They'd rather see you dead and the sooner you understand then the better off you gon' be (So I'ma bring it to ya) America is a racist country It was built on racism That's a fact (I'ma bring it to ya) So when you see the police in yo' community, who you think they protecting? (So I'ma bring it to ya) Who they serving? Not us Who don't own sh** so what's really going on? Make you wanna take them punk motherf**ers and beat the dog sh** outta 'em Gives a f** Nat Turner 1994 And I'm out