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feat krayzie bone layzie bone - runnin up on da punk police (feat. krayzie bone) - layzie bone lyrics

runnin up on da punk police
layzie bone ft. krayzie bone

there they go, there they go, there they go,
it’s m-th-f–k em’ cuz they don’t want peace
there they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
sick of running from the punk police
there they go, there they go, there they go,
it’s m-th-f–k em’ cuz they don’t want peace
there they go, there they go, there they go,
sick of running from the punk police
there they go, there they go, there they go,
it’s m-th-f–k em’ cuz they don’t want peace
there they go, there they go, there they go,
sick of running from the punk police

my middle finger to the law
well n-gg-s they love that
the whole reason they brutality forced me to bust back
i was brought up in the part of the city where thugs at
where the pimpin and prost-tutes and thieven and drugs at
where the average little n-gg- goes to jail before he’s twelve years old
on the corner as long as the beer’s cold
siz do’, m-th-f–kas got half of my kin-folks
generations of ghetto children that really been broke (yeah)
get up, get up, wake up and get paid
9-1-1 been a joke since flava flav
i’ma take a chance as long as the rent due
f–k callin mr. wealth and mamma got issues
the system was designed to set-up and twist you
you gotta get on the level to know what i’ve been through
and to, be aware of the evil that men do
n-gg-s snitchin’ all the time and try’n to befriend you
i keep my mouth shut tight and my eyes wide open
dirty as a rida’, i’m try’na stay focused
i ain’t choose the game, man, the game chose me
why you always f–kin’ with me mr. punk police
wanna have a n-gg- sleepin in a 6 by 9
try’na catch a n-gg- creepin, you can get my 9
get deez nuts, put the badge and the gun down
m-th-f–k the government, blast when they come round

ever since i was a feelin’ n-gg- in and wit my dogs
i was taught that you never hire a gun for the law
so i really f–ked the cop car, dodge and the charge
and i’m try’na not get caught if lots of time is involved
it’s a war with the minorities and da help authorities
so real, that i bet this be considered any n-gg- poetry
bred from some of the coldest streets,
and i seen n-gg-s shot dead by some old police
them b-tches don’t want peace
they ridin’ through the ghetto poppin they metal and po-fo
and they wonder why n-gg-s don’t get along with the po-po
f–k him mayne, then toss a doughnut to his grave
we gon show him how to play
whats your name, where you stay
mr. officer, could you tell me why you pulled us over
and please get them bright lights up off of us
i ain’t done nuttin’ wrong, i was just ridin’ mindin’ my own
and why you harr-ssin’ my p-ssenger, we try’na go home (god d-mn)
don’t you have some f–kin killas to catch
some real deal criminals to arrest
a drug dealaz to sweat
i wun’t doin that you suvive in 5 blocks
and when my life’s a blazin uh, i’m so tired of ya’ll cops
harrasin me, flashin the big guess and askin me
all kind of silly bullsh-t they actually
lookin for reasons they can tell the captain they blastin me
po-po is the only m-th-f–kas we hate drastically

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