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the game - cop killa lyrics

i’m a m-th-f-ckin’ animal cannibal hannibal lecter
silence the lambs with a .45 in my hand
ruthless
knock a m-th-f-ckin’ cop toothless
payback’s a b-tch 4 that rodney king sh-t
16 years later a m-th-f-ckin’ madman
louder than the drums in the california bandstand
head n-gga in charge hnic
that’s me
born in raise in the cpt
i get funkier than the funky drummer in the roots band
stomp harder than m-th-f-ckin’ jodeci boots and
i get psycho
shoot like michael
when i say f-ck the pigs i ain’t talkin’ ’bout white folk
so don’t get offended
or apprehended my ak-47 back with a vengence
so shine them f-ckin’ lights in the back of my car
i might k!ll yo -ss in 2000 raw

cause i’m a cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke
cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke
cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke
cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke

i’m a n-gga with a additude the human grenade
the beastie boys when i grab a f-ckin’ mic on the stage
i get wicked
kick sh-t like i was born with a m-th-f-ckin’ soccer field on my lawn
stay with the 8ball
like mjg
i hate the m-th-f-ckin’ pigs cause them pigs hate me
and i should k!ll 51 cops
for the 51 shots
that they gave that f-ckin’ kid in new york
i’m mad
that the kkk traded the sheets and the robes for a gun and a m-th-f-ckin badge
and i ain’t never shot a cop but if they do me like huey p newton
i’m pullin’ glocks
i refuse to let a pig run away from a farm
and put them m-th-f-ckin’ handcuffs on my arm
i bet the government got obama in the scope
cause 911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke

cause i’m a cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke
cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke
cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke
cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke

san quentin to rikers, folsom to susan
the pen ain’t nothin’ but a family reunion
full of n-ggas that don’t give a f-ck about a bad cop
that denzel in training day sh-t’ll get yo -ss shot
cause in 2000 raw we ain’t playing that
you scared of us we scared of ya’ll so we staying strapped
before i let a m-th-f-cka k!ll me in the streets
it’ll be a gold plated badge under them sheets
cause you m-th-f-ckas corrupted
can’t be trusted
bullet-proof vest wearing always on that tough sh-t
punk -ss police pull me outta my seat
what make a m-th-f-cka wanna plant drugs on me
is it cause i’m black and i rap got tats
on my face and my back and was born in the trap
screw face when they roll up
it’s cool n-gga hold up
so my son don’t grow up
to be a m-th-f-ckin’
cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke
cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke
cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke
cop k!lla
911 is a m-th-f-ckin’ joke

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