Layzie Bone - Runnin Up On Da Punk Police lyrics

Runnin Up On Da Punk Police Layzie Bone ft. Krayzie Bone There they go, there they go, there they go It's muthaf**k em' cuz they don't want peace There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go Sick of running from the punk police There they go, there they go, there they go It's muthaf**k em' cuz they don't want peace There they go, there they go, there they go Sick of running from the punk police There they go, there they go, there they go It's muthaf**k em' cuz they don't want peace There they go, there they go, there they go Sick of running from the punk police [Layzie] My middle finger to the law Well n***as they love that The whole reason they brutality forced me to bust back I was brought up in the part of the city where thugs at Where the pimpin and prostitutes and thieven and d** at Where the average little n***a goes to jail before he's twelve years old On the corner as long as the beer's cold Siz do', muthaf**kas got half of my kin-folks Generations of ghetto children that really been broke (yeah) Get up, get up, wake up and get paid 9-1-1 been a joke since Flava Flav I'ma take a chance as long as the rent due F**k callin Mr. Wealth and mamma got issues The system was designed to set-up and twist you You gotta get on the level to know what I've been through And to, be aware of the evil that men do n***as snitchin' all the time and try'n to befriend you I keep my mouth shut tight and my eyes wide open Dirty as a rida', I'm try'na stay focused I ain't choose the game, man, the game chose me Why you always f**kin' with me Mr. Punk Police Wanna have a n***a sleepin in a 6 by 9 Try'na catch a n***a creepin, you can get my 9 Get deez nuts, put the badge and the gun down Muthaf**k the government, blast when they come round [Krayzie] Ever since I was a feelin' n***a in and wit my dogs I was taught that you never hire a gun for the law So I really f**ked the cop car, dodge and the charge And I'm try'na not get caught if lots of time is involved It's a war with the minorities and da help authorities So real, that I bet this be considered any n***a poetry Bred from some of the coldest streets And I seen n***as shot dead by some old police Them b**hes don't want peace They ridin' through the ghetto poppin they metal and po-fo And they wonder why n***as don't get along with the po-po F**k him mayne, then toss a doughnut to his grave We gon show him how to play Whats your name, where you stay Mr. Officer, could you tell me why you pulled us over And please get them bright lights up off of us I ain't done nuttin' wrong, I was just ridin' mindin' my own And why you harra**in' my pa**enger, we try'na go home (god damn) Don't you have some f**kin k**as to catch Some real deal criminals to arrest A drug dealaz to sweat I wun't doin that you suvive in 5 blocks And when my life's a blazin uh, I'm so tired of ya'll cops Harrasin me, flashin the big guess and askin me All kind of silly bullsh** they actually Lookin for reasons they can tell the captain they blastin me Po-Po is the only muthaf**kas we hate drastically