Thurz - f** The Police lyrics

[Hook:] [Verse - Thurzday] Picture me rolling my hand clutching the four-fo' No rival gang, a n***a dumping on po'-po Taking a pigs life, f**ing your civil rights Possessed with a demon, that should be [vanished?] by lord Christ Bigger than black and white born ability, k** and fight [S...?] police brutality, retaliation seems right Especially on Friday night, when they racial profile Black --you a step child 9-1-1, doped out dope smack That cop will shoot you in the back of your head, with yo' face on the ground [?] [?] grant you permission to die Mistaken phone for a gun prbably the reason why We got innocent blood that's spilled on the streets While the media keep it in the tuck, on discreet A cop can k** a man and get off for free Don't talk about justice, n***a look, adjust it [Hook:] On the count of the three, say f** the police 1-2-3 Said, on the count of three, say f** the police 1-2-3 [Verse 2 - Thurzday] Yokohama -rodica tires from peshfire [Hate?] n***as, choke them with barb wire Mister big spender, the cash don't expire [?] favorite n***a when that bank account transpires You could be the brother with the two-door, [Honda?] coup Black and [?] cologne, bumping old school Snoop Panhandle for loot, sporting old school [?] Everyday trying to recruit, 40-acres and and a fly [suit?] Whether the n***a with the off shore accounts and the Range Or the brother making dollars out of loose change L.A.P.D. treats your a** the same sh**, tailing your whip trying to run your plates quick Pull you over question, are you Blood or are you Crip Do you smoke, do you sniff Are you drunk, are you selling narcotics Anything to get your a**, as a young black male Don't slip [Hook:]