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now another fbi monitor with no feedback

see me on the street, ask me where the weed at

or the c-ke “i don’t sell!”, i yell, they don’t believe that

set me up for running, breathin’ like a sleestak

run into a car and almost bent my knee back

‘s better than the sale where my lawyers fee stack

run into a liquor store they ask what you do

wearin’ boo boo i’m with my man m’duku

the fact don’t come through

i said merci beaucoup

if they ask you was i runnin’, tell them b-st-rds i flew

made it to the hood, palace to catch a few flicks

police did a raid, terrorizin’ crew sh-t

bustin’ dope eatin’ mommas while they makin’ cool whip

face down, gettin’ dirt on my back to school fit

my neighbor next to me got black and blue lips

when the fuse lit, you goin’ see the view flip

kick our boot up they -ss, ask ’em if the shoe fit

’til then they wanna see us pushing up tu-lips

press my nuts so much, sh-t, i think i’m sterile

got up, brush the gravel off my appeal

this girl sheryl got parole violation

said she was high ’cause of pupil dilation

if you never been to jail, now, since infinity

you’ll get searched livin’ in this vicinity

or har-ssed, beat the sh-t, i mean the living daylights

wouldn’t be no dope slangin’ if mcdonald’s paid right

the ruling cl-ss ships dope to you and me

and don’t get arrested; is this lunacy?

or is it pimplomatic immunity?

is it a war on drugs, or just my community?

now who gets paper and who gets perved

who gets slapped and who gets served

this type a sh-t get on my last nerve

i think about in the car and it starts to swerve

who gets paper and who gets perved

who gets slapped and who gets served

this type a sh-t get on my last nerve

i think about in the car and it starts to swerve

i got a communist plot to get the federalies out

so many cops’d run in flock it’s been away, tupac

you got a flake and two rocks, and two gs in the shoebox

’cause was it after two knocks, you hurdled fences in your socks

this is full a junta, keep it caliente

let’s send the presidente on a one-way trip to kaiser permanente

not a teacher, but a sensei

these rhymes are for battle, plus you gotta get the rent paid

i bust a donut up in front of winch-ll’s, make this police state officials

cause they talk differential

now it’s essential

these rhymes ain’t provincial

coroners call our bodies white chalk stencils

broke as f-ck eatin’ lentils with no utensil

that type a sh-t motivated my pencil

it ain’t mental, it’s material

police are the fists of the imperial

i’m spittin’ through your stereo

babies need cereal

folks need currency

my job got a crowd wavin’ applications fervently

some’d get accepted, most’d get rejected

guess they goin’ have to hustle ’til the new prison get erected

and now they sully unemployment street

they be microchips for two dollars a week

and they’ll be packin’ us in there in droves and fleets

and channel two goin’ call it cleanin’ up the street

now who gets paper and who gets perved

who gets slapped and who gets served

this type a sh-t get on my last nerve

i think about in the car and it starts to swerve

who gets paper and who gets perved

who gets slapped and who gets served

this type a sh-t get on my last nerve

i think about in the car and it starts to swerve

now who gets paper and… who gets perved

who gets slapped and… who gets served

this type a sh-t… get on my last nerve

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