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tru - sweated by da po po's lyrics

(feat. master p, c-murder, silkk, king george)

[chorus]
sweated by the po po’s they made me go pyshco

[c-murder]
coppers, choppers
f-cking show stoppers
trying to catch c cause im slanging these rockers
leave me alone, i wanna go home
back to the place were the gangsta’s rome
gotta whatch my back when i leave my house
cause they trying to get a rep, when they taking n-gg-z out
but i never hesitate to blast a cop
but when it all boils down either me or him drops
dis goes out to you punk -ss hoes
when you see me p-ss, let me go
or ima get my gat and peel some caps
cause when im driving i keep my shi in my lap
so dont search my car, check my wheels
unless you ready to shoot i pay the funeral bills
thats what i say its too late to play
and if you think im playing just make my date
from the pork police to the punk -ss rights
stop doing what your doing it could value your life
cause n-gg-z in the hood getting tired of that sh-t
its about that time, we all raise up b-tch
so dont stop me pig when yousee my vogues
cause im simply sweated by the po po’s

[master p]
me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock

[chorus x3]

[king george]
in my rearview mirror its the po po’s again
yeah im tripping cause i just got out the pen
the sucker motherf-cker with a blue suit foo
trying to lock a n-gg- down on the que
riding my d-ck like a hoe from the stroe
a jealous b-tch cause a n-gg- try and roe
that coward motherf-cker with a badge on his chest
f-ck with king, get a whole through your vest
like rat-tat-tat on your -sshole
thats what i think about the motherf-ckin the po po

[silkk]
rolled on his set in his benz
everything cool, gotta make a dropoff
around 2, i got the dope went to the house
got my gat, rolling on the street were they at
servin fiends, servin fiends, letting em go
hmmm, sweated by the po po’s

[chorus]

[master p]
get the gat here come the rat
rat-tat-tat put the pig on his back
and that will make pig feet
qnd with my gat shoot the ankles off the punk -ss police
it cause they like to put me cop in the ziplock
and they go as the f-ck everylad cop
cause b-tches with a badge keeping att-tude
but they never catch a bad dude
and just like traffic i merge, and work on your -ss
like a search, take me down to me station
and i be killing motherf-ckers like jason
so buckle up your seatbelt coppers and motherf-ckin
b-tches gon need help
call up the army it take a million motherf-ckers sisters
they still couldn’t dis-arm me, cause i never ride solo
i pack a god d-mn a-k for the po po’s

[chorus x2]

me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock
me kill a cop, kill a cop, me put the pig in the box with me glock

- tru lyrics

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