My old man He said to me He said Son There are those That get bought And those That do the buying Well enough We never did See eye to eye And I always
Traduzione: Cop Shoot Cop. Cause And Effect.
V.L (Team up, team up) V.L (Team up) V.L (Team up) V.L Verse 1: BulletProof I'm full of that raw ???? a cop cho choo chop I live and die 17 shots without
Wonderful one to his head and deceased him Point blank range it was strange the way it happened East Side Swans pulled up and started cappin' Crabs been runnin' and duckin' and
of the jeep you got and you keep it locked Won't go to church til' you Easter shop new suit and shoes and a Easter top People stop and say ?yo! He's the
woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought Slim Shady would be somethin that you woulda bought that woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop I
they value, that's what they worth Cause the first shall be last and the last shall be first, yeah What we learned was to burn, now cause you c-came with
up and cut the beat down man (comne on with it) [Verse 1:] I got juice like bishop, paint pretty like richard I'm a shhhh (sound effect) like emit game
's hit a gangsta myth Ooh, and I feel very lovable, and even huggable And even adorable, sweet and even suckable So throw your lips in the air And sucky
you better break North, As I stride, my gold chains glide back and forth. I care nothing bout you, and that's evident. All I love's my dope and dead presidents
Make cheese, while you sweat me for the proceeds I survived cause I strived then I cock back my fist and PUNCH out ya insides Who's left, cause Nine got
down, and grabbin his nuts And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none But don't let it be a black and a white one Cause they'll slam ya
backroom Harold shoots Now a cop wears a red and a blue suit Gun's empty and he flees from the scene Shot from behind Harold dead at 17 Gary West and
keys and Gs Imagine that, me workin' at Mickey D's That's a joke 'cause I'm never gonna be broke When I die there'll be bullets and gun smoke Ya don
be somethin' that you woulda bought That woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop I just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not 'Cause I never
the barrel to the back of your neck and hop back in the vette (corvette) {Jadakiss} 'cause everybody is a felon with loot 'cause they say rap is like dust {Styles and Jadakiss} and
Bald head and Dreads locks yo, strictly Hiphop. we blow the shots and, (Wo Wo) and den Escape from the cops. Cause we criminal minded, and rhyming with time, and
and callin your homies Up on it and you callin for help But nobodys there Now I'mt he suspect of a bloodbath And I left him dead 'cause nobody cares