U.N.L.V. - Local 580 'f** Tha Police' lyrics

(feat. B.G., Black Jack, Lil' Slim, Mr. Ivan, Ms. Tee) [Chorus: Ms. Tee] f** tha police, they took so long to come So n***a's grab yo gun, f** the police So where they at where they at So n***a's bring yo gat [x2] [B.G.] I'm runnin' from the police they after me I ain't goin' down try'na fix me with a case Try'na strap me in that underground Runnin' and shakin' it I'm movin' like the runnin' man Tec's in my chest and Amide in my f**in' hand B.G. on a run peepin' out a f**in' alias Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await I'm gettin' blunted out with them n***as in the f**in' gate I got on my all black steady walkin' up Inferred Under my black there's a f**in' tec b**hes talkin' sh** runnin' off at the mouth Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout Now I got to travel long police still rollin' free Criminal at fourteen I'm thinkin' what the f** to do Boo-koo on the ramps I don't care if I die When I was setup say good-bye to the good guys I think it's time for war they increased violence f** the peace Comin' out the alley with my gear bustin' at the police I'm try'na hit 'em I'm try'na leave they brains on the floor They try'na play me like a hoe from the Local 5-8-0 But ain't no days like that where I'm from If they want some bests believe them b**hes got's to come get some A n***a gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted f** them blue terr wears and the f**in' second mission On my dick try'na take me down underground Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me They won't quit they just won't quick They try'na stick me with some sh** that I didn't commit f** tha police [Mr. Ivan] Ain't this a b**h they try'na make a n***a jump up Shoulder slug blast and k** a f**in' cop up Bout to hop in some hot sh** that Ticker Ticker! Catch me, catch my black a**, but they wanna try to strap my a** The surveillance, from the he say she say sh** f** what'cha said cuz ya wind up a dead b**h He pulled out the Luger cuz he crooked and wanna do me But let's see a real player, keep up on what they doin' to me Pushin' the chronic, that sh** to make yo pocket's fat and If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them Lil' piggy's, that mean I'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get me b**h don't tell me sh**, ya need to wear yo f**in' vest If I get a seeker I'm a knock yo badge of yo chest f** the task, the F.B.I. and yes I'ma do yo sheriff I'm called the courier that's the one to blow ya Time to get a nickel for the sh** that I did Motherf**er drop it, Ya see Ivan think you can f** with me [Chorus] [Ms. Tee] Now why the f** the police is on my block Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya f**in' sellin' rock's But I know the p**y a** b**hes put it one me Cuz they couldn't find my stash cuz nobody knows I keep my rock's in my p**y hole Cuz I'm a b**h so ya can't touch uh I miss and never muffer Touch in the wrong way and I stab ya in yo gut Like stuckin' to f**in' I take my nine and I pluck 'em Snipin' a** n***a, like to get over One will and have my weight over my shoulder Stupid a** b**hes always puttin' a n***a down That's why I never let them motherf**ers around So check it, when we need 'em They take so long to come uhh and The damage is done uhh, so when we need 'em they Take so long to come, cuz they diggy doggy dumb man f** the police [Black Jack] Project life, with the rat and the roaches Tell me if ya ready when the danger approaches Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell Gettin' out the ghetto is only a dream in most cases Never had nothin' but momma always gave us love Lost queen, from pain from a youngster Shot six times in the back by the dumpster Be cautious when ya step, but don't step to light Cuz the Tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night Some gangsta a** n***a's slangin' crack on the corner All blacked up with the gangsta ptonma Try'na make a livin', try'na have him lil' some some Them white folk's as cop don't want to see me as nothin' But a n***a got soul, with a mouth full of gold and I don't give a f** bout none of you hoes Brangin' terror with no error to the mother f**in' Po-Pos You know that n***a the jiggy jiggy Jack-o That's comin' to the top with no motherf**in' peace n***a peep game mother f** tha police [Lil' Slim] Zero, zero, nine one one b**h a** trick a**, cop's have yet to come Cuz uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solvers sh** shake yo a** now ya up like yo father I got's to get away, I got's to get an disguise The rat's his on my a** time to get the f** out of dodge Cuz I'm to known for sellin' stone's on my f**in' block These n***a's got these ki's I get these f**in' flipper rock's Duckin' and dodgin' and steady mobbin' but the law keep's callin' Cuz they hear a n***a ballin' n***a I roll's quicker out the cut The quicker to break 'em up, cuz a n***a straight money struck Bailin' from the North cuz that's my thang The motherf**in' corn meal is the sh** I slang Been did it and done it f** that n***a done stunt'ed I'm runnin' and gunnin' show them n***a's ain't nothin' funny [Chorus]