Uncle Murda - f** A Cop lyrics

[Verse 1: Marco Polovision] If you're a gangster, n***a, let me see you shoot a cop Ain't u always braggin bout how yo gun shoot a lot b**h n***a, ain't you the one that rule the block? Talking this and that, bragging 'bout how you move wit Glocks But You're the same s**er, quick to shoot your brother Then quick to run and duck from undercovers Either u You're a pork lover, or a gangster, motherf**er If you're the second one, bust your gun when they rush us Illuminati's real, take a look at the dollar bill New World Order is right around our hills And I can give a f** if I wind up gettin k**ed Ma**a gonna be tight when I rebel on this field f** a cop! co*k blockin on my dough f**ing up my flow knowin the CIA's supplying all the dope Feeding off we down n out, desperate n broke Then they bring it here in boats n feed it to our folks [Hook 2x: Marco Polovision] f** a cop! Yo, I hate 'em with a pa**ion f** a cop! From the lieutenant to the captain f** a cop! Yo, we need to get it blasting They k** us everyday, now it's time for some action! [Verse 2: Uncle Murda] When it comes to beef man, call me the beef man I'm jumping out with the heat from the pa**enger seat man Or I still don't know how to drive yet Sometimes I can think and that's why I ain't die yet I anybody new my whip, with all the beef I got I probably would have been got hit For real homey, that's just how I feel I prefer my man's hand on the steering wheel And mines on the steel, police broke my leg before, man They really f**ed me up, now my leg wasn't broke But I couldn't walk for a month They got me good that day, I can't front They really tried to play me, tried to play me like a chump After they whipped my a** son, they still locked me up They took me to the hospital, I see the doctor in cuffs He look at them like man, you really f**ed the dude up Just another reason why I hate the pigs so much [Hook 2x] [Verse 3: Kool G. Rap] I see one cop, two cop, then out come the oowop I'm brave as Larry Davis, my mind f**ing with a hard times We trying to see cake for that kid out that we take We've got plans for the tri-state, to make it a police state Feed my cans and the hundreds, but I ain't going peacefully Y'all freeze, I breeze for that desert ease in my stomach Then I ran out of ammo, I'mma squeeze something from it Empty semi's from all that PD sh** is done with Run with a cavalry, turning batteries long style Explain that to the Bilderbergs and the Rothschilds Since they wrote out Habeas Corpus, 911 get outgunned In the craziest fortress, thinking diablo and sh** I'mma blaze where your orbs went, Robocop is the movie officer You all off script, trying to give a n***a up north trips Y'all porks spit, that forth-fifth will hit your chest like a horse kick [Hook 2x] [Verse 4: Turko] My blow olds put me over for taxes A 150 find my bills all up in the collections You f*gs won't get a dime, it's that motherf**ing recession You want my dinner time? Who the f** y'all piggies is kidding? Go f**ing get in line! Now they've got my license suspending Plus my blink is out, I'm cruising with a sip on that hit I'm lit, I'm hitting sour, same story, different time Friends be down, like I find a couple of grams I'm getting out tonight, f** a snitch in rhyme Most of them little b**hes flowers like a kitchen's towel Got picked on, punked in school, now they get some power That shiny badge and that tool, them piggies is cowards If your house is getting robbed, they won't show up in six hours Now I heard they're trying to close down Brooklyn House What's that about? They gonna pack us all up in a toom Just for a bag now, they just should start out giving tickets I'd rather that route, and stop wasting them tax dollars On collars like a cash scout [Hook 2x]