Kardinal Offishal - Click Clack Pow Officer Down Remix lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent] Eeny meany miny moe... Let 'em go! Mm mmm mmm with the law! Haha! Put it back, I got it... One more time, one more time! YEAH! [Hook: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)] Eeny meany miny moe! .38, .44, .50-cali shotgun I tear up yo Glock, son Eeny meany miny moe! Catch a piggy by the toe Click-clack, POW! - Officer down! (We still scream: "f** The Police! ") Eeny meany miny moe! He may holla let 'em go But n***a if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law Eeny meany miny moe! Eeny meany miny moe n***a you confused (CH'EAH!) - let me choose! [Kardinal Offishall:] AYO! - One "Licka Officer" walked the earned stripes, (BOOO!) Two Licka pigs gon' get shot another night. (BOOO!) Homicide would love for me to take a ride But I ain't touch pork unless it's dead on the side With a fork in it, police can s** my third leg! ('ey!) Lock my n***as up beca' dem look like the dread. (oh, why?) In the photo that was pointed out by one of your snitches That worked at mr.Chows in the back doing dishes That was upset with seein' all them n***as gettin' money Coming inside the spot, treat the white folks funny Flashin' all that paper, 30 deep up in the spot That's why IRS come through to bum that club. (eeee-eeeeeah!) We ain't waitin' for the boss man to come with no pig Cause the crew that you deal with spray, (50: YEAH!) they don't say it. n***a! [Hook: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)] Eeny meany miny moe! .38, .44, .50-cali shotgun, (YEAH!) I tear up - yo' block, son. (hehe!) Eeny meany miny moe! Catch a piggy by the toe Click-clack, POW! (YEEAH!) - Officer down! (BLAT!) Eeny meany miny moe! He may holla let 'em go But n***a if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law. (EH!) Eeny meany miny moe! Eeny meany miny moe! (KARDINAL!) n***a you confused - let me choose! (EEEEAA!) [Kardinal Offishall:] Hey yo, you took one of ours, now we even in the score We ain't playin that civil rights thing no more! No more homies holding hands, we are armin' up for action The revolution is to the guys like Mike Jackson No more shootin' n***as 41 times. (NOOOOO!) No more blastin' us after you sniff lines! (NOOOOO!) No more sellin' coke to me! Cause when I distribute to you I get my rights read, pig, fu*k YOU! WITH A BROOMSTICK! - Who this pig think he is? ba*tard only mean to get spit on by our kids. (CH'EAH, KIDS!) In the area, cause none of us respect the games And we already know what provoked all the raids You sold them guns, now they blastin' you sell the bullets They shoppin' real heavy like a plane propellor. (blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat!) I ain't sayin' k** nobody B's in blue Keep it up and you get a park named after you! [Hook: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)] Eeny meany miny moe! .38, .44, (BLOW!) .50-cali shotgun I tear up - yo' block, son. {YEAH! } Eeny meany miny moe! Catch a piggy by the toe Click-clack, POW! (BLAOOOWWW!) - Officer down! {haha! } (BLAT!) Eeny meany miny moe! He may holla let 'em go But n***a if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law. (CH'EAH!) Eeny meany miny moe! Eeny meany miny moe! n***a you confused - let me choose!