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b.k.p. - amerikans lyrics

intro:
there’s an cop.. in my house
he shot my brother .. can’t dial out
i scream for help.. but i doubt
they’re gonna believe me.. when i shout

verse 01:
a couple of white folks send me to jail
there’s a couple of cops hot on my trail
but this time, when i get pulled over
i’m gonna put my hands up and freeze
these pigs’ll be foolin with me, quit foolin with me
why it always gotta be an issue when you see?
and which you’re gonna see in the long run, imma be the wrong one
you want to har-ss with your f-cking white cr-p
flashin that flashlight on my -ss, why do you do that?
this the last chapter, kiss the crack of my black -ss
they took a away my right to plead in the jury
what i’m supposed to do, plead guilty at all times
yeah right, i’m comin with picket signs, i’m comin wit peace
we as americans

hook:
we as americans, us as a citizen
gotta protect ourselves, look how sh-t has been
we better check ourselves, livin in the streets
gettin murdered endin this bitter h-ll, survivin by any means
we as americans, us as a citizen
we are caring friends, what did they get us in
we better fight for ourselves, look at how sh-t has been
take a look where we live, this is america
and them is some americans

verse 02:
i see murderers p-ss by, wonderin if i’m next
terror hangin over our heads like a voodoo hex
i could be the next mothaf-cker to get k!lled by pigs
with my hands up, screamin i can’t breathe (cough…cough)
but sh-t they finnessed it, now these white f-ckers p-ssy
ever since cops have been fifty-fifty on we
it’s funny, we got a buzz spreadin quicker
than an unarmed teen who bleedin out, f-ck cops!
i ain’t rappin about good ones; i’d rather see the bad ones dead!
it’s always been said, but i’m fed up!
of the standards and i can’t stand it
my name shoulda been black, the shoulda been plastered
on my f-ckin face with a stamp, it shoulda been blasted
i should have a cap put in my -ss
but i forgot, i’m white and that’s too bad, i’m past that
i’m too young to go and tell dem police to quit
i’ve done seen the murderers of these innocent men not admit
but they can pull out some pap-pap sh-t, shoot quick, snap cl1ck
but this time they got a bullet waitin up for we
then no one’s gonna test-ta-mony, when it goes cl1ck-clack

hook:

verse 03:
(sshhhhh)
i got a secret if you can keep it between us
i smoke a lot of g’s, i keep it in my jeans either side of my p-n-s!
under my joggers, under my long john
when runnin into the wrong side of law, my life’s long gone
i’mma be k!lled, no less than that, no judge got my back
so it might be a good idea to stop right here
and quit while i’m ahead, already in the red
already got a steady shot aimed at my head
for sh-t that i said, bigger problems than that
george z on my -ss, he probably har-ss my -ss
i ain’t gon even ask, hopin he won’t shoot
f-ck? he’ll get away wit it just like the rest of them f-ckers!

- b k p lyrics

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