Local 580 (Fuck Tha Police)

Chorus: {Ms. Tee} Fuck tha police, they took so long to come So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police So where they at where they at So nigga's bring yo gat {2x} {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 fuckin' hand B.G. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' 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 niggas in the fuckin' gate I got on my all black steady walkin' up Inferred Under my black there's a fuckin' tec Bitches talkin' shit 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 bitches got's to come get some A nigga gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin' 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 shit that I didn't commit Fuck tha police {Mr. Ivan} Ain't this a bitch they try'na make a nigga jump up Shoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin' cop up Bout to hop in some hot shit that Ticker Ticker! Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass The surveillance, from the he say she say shit Fuck what'cha said cuz ya wind up a dead bitch 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 shit 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 Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin' vest If I get a seeker I'm a knock yo badge of yo chest Fuck 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 shit that I did Motherfucker drop it, Ya see Ivan think you can fuck with me Chorus {Ms. Tee} Now why the fuck the police is on my block Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's But I know the pussy ass bitches put it one me Cuz they couldn't find my stash cuz nobody knows I keep my rock's in my pussy hole Cuz I'm a bitch 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 fuckin' I take my nine and I pluck 'em Snipin' ass nigga, like to get over One will and have my weight over my shoulder Stupid ass bitches always puttin' a nigga down That's why I never let them motherfuckers 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 fuck 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 ass nigga'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 nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold and I don't give a fuck bout none of you hoes Brangin' terror with no error to the mother fuckin' Po-Pos You know that nigga the jiggy jiggy Jack-o That's comin' to the top with no motherfuckin' peace Nigga peep game mother fuck tha police {Lil' Slim} Zero, zero, nine one one Bitch ass trick ass, cop's have yet to come Cuz uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solvers Shit shake yo ass 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 ass time to get the fuck out of dodge Cuz I'm to known for sellin' stone's on my fuckin' block These nigga's got these ki's I get these fuckin' flipper rock's Duckin' and dodgin' and steady mobbin' but the law keep's callin' Cuz they hear a nigga ballin' nigga I roll's quicker out the cut The quicker to break 'em up, cuz a nigga straight money struck Bailin' from the North cuz that's my thang The motherfuckin' corn meal is the shit I slang Been did it and done it fuck that nigga done stunt'ed I'm runnin' and gunnin' show them nigga's ain't nothin' funny Chorus