Bring It To Ya

[Intro: Paris talking] Yeah. Special shout going out to all them motherfucking pigs out there. Boys in blue. Ghetto gestapo To serve, protect and break a nigga's neck...is how the saying goes. I'm here to speak on that. Special One, step up and let they ass know [Verse One: Special One] Friday night Me and Afro Key and The Coup I'm celebrating cause we coming up and shit is moving It's the Conscious, The Daughters, Daughters Conscious represent East O, dipping slow, hit a right on 35th On my way to, kick it with brother cause it's time For me to get my feel so I'mma go for mine But the 5-O, wanna follow me and try to break Cause Special One is making more than piggies on the take Should I...pull over, and hope the shit is cool? Or should I mash cause I ain't no motherfucking fool? See, Oakland California is a city where the pigs don't play I see that shit everyday so I'mma bring it to ya [Paris talking] Yeah, you better listen to exactly what's going on. (I'mma bring it to ya) Pigs out in this motherfucker do whatever they want, whenever they want. (So I'mma bring it to ya) Robbing, killing, raping, you name it, they done it. (I'mma bring it to ya) And still do that. So next time you feel like you safe in the community...think again [Verse Two: CMG] Mr. Police Man or whatever you call you You can't sweat the C cause I'm not that easy Violation 1, 2, 3 CMG in the O, getting jacked by the po-po Show me any cop in the community who's fair And I'll show you some more that rather see a sister dead So tell me, what's the reason for the jack? I talk back Oh now you take my money and ask me where I got it at? CMG is just a Cash Making Girl An artist, an art-ist, so uh, fuck the police And any other cause I'm down to squab (Why is that?) Bitches wanna do me cause I'm rolling with The Mob Motherfucker [Paris talking] Yeah. So now I got my Molotov cocktail. Fire grenades (I'mma bring it to ya). Muffler bombs, people's grenades. Pipe bombs and shit. (I'mma bring it to ya). I'm blowing locks. I got my motherfucking sling shot. (I'mma bring it to ya) And of course you know I got the Glock 21 semi-automatic [Verse Three: Paris] Up from the depths of Quiet is kept a Soldier was awakened where a nigga once slept In the face of adversity, no mercy on my soul I've seen 'em do the dirt, now blood is running cold Five deep in a Cutty and I'm gripping on a nine Cause I'm through crying foul, they running out of time Got Doc K, Cloud D, Wood and Yonny Yan Riding pump in the trunk for them piggies when they come See, niggas steady dying never making front page In America is scary, whitey never caught a case For killing blacks, so we holding court up in the street Please have some mo' Coffee, Death & Donuts on your beat Now some will say, "Cop killer music might incite." But killer cops whoop on niggas each and every night So tell me who's to blame for the hate that hate produced I'm better off dead than with you Fuck America [Paris talking] Yeah, fuck America. Them motherfuckers don't give a fuck about you. (I'mma bring it to ya) They'd rather see you dead and the sooner you understand then the better off you gon' be. (So, I'mma bring it to ya) America is a racist country. It was built on racism. That's a fact. (I'mma bring it to ya) So when you see the police in yo' community. Who you think they protecting? (So, I'mma bring it to ya) Who they serving? Not us. Who don't own shit so what's really going on? Make you wanna take them punk motherfuckers and beat the dog shit outta 'em. Gives a fuck. Nate Turner 1994. And I'm out