PIGS

HOOK When the Street Lights come on... And the Darkness sets in... Watch yo back... Cuz we might catch you... Cuz we know yo naame... Yo crew and your ways... What you you say... When the street lights come on... VERSE 1 In Uniforms Blue they storm thru... With Lightening Speed The Sirens Scream Inside the Streets... Heads Turn, Wheels Burn In pursuit of a Thief... Another Bite out of crime More food to the Beast Similar to what a carnivore do to the Beef... Keep the Belly all Swelly ‘tell he true to the feast... Sprinkle salt in the game Take it bitter or sweet... They the reason why you Niggas ain't feeling the Heat... Block Hot... You might see’m walking the Beat... Pop Pop... They chalk bodies under the sheet... Lock up the precinct That’s what we all think, but The Judge don’t throw away keys, or toss sinks... They ain't cleaning the streets They makin’em stink... Hands dirty in the Pig Pen Shit where they eat... No Justice or Peace With corrupt Police... Crime Pays... You just won’t get a reciept... VERSE 2 Now this ‘what we about to do... Take you on another mission with the Boys in Blue... There’s a few out there that serve and protect But the Pigs on the other hand get no respect, like... “Here they come in the Police Car” Abuse the P to the O to the W-E-R Pull over them runners that make Drug connects Won’t put’em under arrest They come to Collect...”Cha-Ching” Crimes Progress It’s all about Green They can roll up on the Scene But they not here to help She got pulled over for not wearing a Belt But the Ticket ain't written if she not wearing a Belt, get it? So watch what you say kid Undercovers tape it That’s what you call a “Pig in a Blanket”... No matter what the Rank is Gettin that Bank Do our tax Money pay dat shit? Yep... VERSE 3 Okay... Let’s explore... Pigs never sweat through pores... So what they wanna sweat you for? Why the Black, Brown youth feel less secure? Pat’em down! Hands up! Feet spread the floor! Poverty leads to crime They arrest the poor Some people can't afford a lawyer When they step in court So when the suspect is caught You can rest assure They use no less of course Than excessive force And it’s next to Norm... Get beat like you stole Leave ya cheeks all swole’ Like Gilespies horn What if camera’s in L.A. never pressed record? Do you think Rodney King would be dressed in court? In a law”suit”? Bless the Lord... It ain't like we ain't never seen’em outta line, step before Black boot with the Heel out... Spill out- Coffee when they peel out... Then fill out... The next report...