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Letra : We Had to Tear This Motherf*cker Up

("The jury found that they were all not guilty, not guilty...")

I gotta mac-10 for Officer Wind
Damn his devil ass need to be shipped back to Kansas
In a casket, crew cut faggot
Now he ain't nothin' but food for the maggots
Lunch, punch, Hawaiin, lyin
n***as ain't buyin', ya story, bore me
Tearin' up sh*t with fire, shooters, looters
Now I got a laptop computer
I told you it would happened and you heard it, read it
But all you can call me was anti-Semitic
Regret it? Nope, said it? Yep
Listen to my big black boots as I step
n***as had to break you off somethin, give Bush a push
But your National Guard ain't hard
You had to get Rodney to stop me, 'cause you know what?
We woulda to' this muthaf**ka up

Not guilty, the filthy, devils tried to kill me
When the news get to the hood the n***as will be
Hotter than cayenne pepper, cuss, bust
Kickin' up dust is a must