Webbie - f** The Police lyrics

[Intro] I'ma send this mothaf**a here to the mothaf**in' crackers Rot in hell mothaf**a, plotting on my diamonds [Verse 1: Lil Boosie] They k**ed Venelle when I was 12, turned me against 'em Sent me to my first funeral now I'm a victim (of the law) My daddy called 'em pigs, I'll never forget He went to jail on Highland road, for tryna piss Kicked my Auntie Trina door, lookin' for my cousin Looked at me 'cross the street and said boy you ugly Made 11 dat was my first run in with dem busters When stupid roughed me up cause I told em mothaf**a Got old it got worser, my hustle got deadly Runnin' and duckin' from dat dirty b**h Don Kelly All from school you can catch me with my tool Smashing in my Magnum from the red white and blue Dey ask me for money, try to bribe me and all Dey let the dogs eat me up, up out my f**in' nuts Don't give a f** n***a freedom or jail I want all you b**hes to rot in hell [Hook] Cities, f** 'em Narcotics, f** 'em FEDS, f** 'em DAs, f** 'em We don't need you b**hes on our street say with me fu*k THE POLICE (f** 'em) fu*k THE POLICE (f** 'em) Without dat badge you a b**h and a half n***a fu*k THE POLICE (f** 'em) fu*k THE POLICE (f** 'em) Without dat badge you a b**h and a half n***a fu*k THE POLICE (f** 'em) fu*k THE POLICE (f** 'em) [Verse 2: Webbie] Come search this b**h cause I don't wait cause I'm too straight And y'all lil b**hes a lil too late Cuffed me up in front of my kids; I looked em all in they faces Walked me out like I'm a k**a scared the f** out my neighbors Sat me down put a pen and paper on the table and told me Give us some names and you can leave this b**h I can't believe this sh**, what in the hell If that's the only way out den n***a show me my cell Look tell n***as stop, I'll sit here 'til I rot For all dat, I coulda been a b**h a** cop Yea boo I got got, they hit me for a few thou But you dirty b**hes I'm ballin' I ain't miss it at all Soon as I got back to the house I went and opened a pound And counted out 700 so much sh** ain't get found And I know tha police listening I'm telling you now You can never hold a trill n***a down, n***a f** ya [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Boosie] Dis sh** a neva stop, let's keep it real Yokk We need to be like Khaled n***as, and k** cops Plus stupid you stupid, I hope you rot in hell You lost B, you jost Trell and want T and L Wonder why I look at yo a** undereye I get a billion I'm a hit you b**hes from tha sky You gone be dead just like Ivy, a tear drop FEDS cities I want all of you b**hes k**ed now Yea we used to run dat dope, ya already know Served dem birds from 17th to Platcha Court Took my Beamer I'll never forget Not enough money in tha bank and dey can take yo sh** Dey went in Webbie house tha otha day (dirty mothaf**as) Took a $100, 000 away, ain't turn it in Dey sin, dey don't protect sh** Sincerlly yours Mr. Bad Azz, s** my dick and die quick b**h [Hook]