jail i don't have no bail on the streets the police in my house the police gotta run the police they gotta gun the police a shitty band the police i ain't no fan the police
locksmith She's slippin' at the Fetti, tell her sore I grab my glock swift Meeked up around her neck and told that bitch to drive home Give up that credit
[E-40:] Turn up the music [Chorus x4: E-40] ["Turn up the music! " x3] Turn up the music [E-40:] Pockets starvin, niggaz hurtin, money gone (money
the tape I'm gonna give you ten percent of the tape You got enough stuff in here to send us up for life You got enough stuff in here to send us up for
guts (she hate my guts) And makes me sick (I can't stand her) I curse her out (HOE!) She cuss me out (sorry ass nigga!) Then we make up (we make up mayne) Fuck
the pigs got you locked up for no reason like you in the prison for no reason How would you feel (fuck the police) fuck it I would say the same man fuck
and Filipinos Puerto Rican hotties, lovin them big bodies Escalate trucks... tearin' the turf up at rallies where we meet up So roll the weed up (what up
corners in the legs Hittin Tony Romma's with the police on us (on us) (One) And I don't give a fuck about the cops With Mac in the peanut cups, spendin
the suffering passed on to a black man By the money hungry seeking white man Fucking up our streets with pollution Then lock a nigga up for the solution
Mama's in the back smoking crack And a nigga wanna die Can't cry cause I'm loced up Choked up, nigga puffing on that endo getting fucked up And in the
nine, I'd rather do the time See I'm old enough to know that ain't no justice Fuck the police & all the courts same way they fucked us And why the hell
ruckus [Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin blew up Choppin rocks overnight The
hands up (throw ya hands up) Throw ya hands up (what you scared of nigga, what you goin for the trunk For) Get em up, come on Throw ya hands up Leave
a' Heaven punk, I never heard of tha place what is it ta come up fast, got a Uz and a black mask drop tha fuckin task, now who's tha jack ass keep my
up They know we fed up But we they just don't give a fuck They just don't give a fuck I gotta give my fuck offs Fuck you to the San FranCisco police department Fuck
you!) "Get out the car... or I'lI hurt you" So here I go, I better make my mind up Pick my nine up, or hit the line-up I chose B, stepped into the streets
him comin now Fuck the bullshit, posse deep and let's run him down Gots to be the first one to hit ya when we meet Comin quickly up the streets, is the
