CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Guerrillas in the Mist
"...a bunch of bigoted jurors...they have no idea what it is to be other than white, and that's the whole truth"
Welcome to the hate that Gates made
New definition in scope of the term police state
Pinochet coup American style
Ricochet hit another innocent child
Crowd of marchers stacked up
Against a weak police line calling for backup
Turn our anger into love
When we defend ourselves
When the push comes to shove
One last word to the cops:
The end of the club, that's where the buck stops
You can turn in your badge, uniform and gun
Or get with the people or get ready to get done
Diplomatic channels have been exhausted
People sick and tired of paying the cost
We all say we want the violence to cease
But no justice, motherf**ker, and no peace
P-Dog, back to break 'em off somethin'
And never frontin' when the rhyme keep comin'
Not lotto but I'm in it to win it and never lose
Never singin' but swingin' and bringin' nothin' but bad news
And I'm madder than a motherf**ker
Won't slip and the record won't skip, better get hip
Finna pop, but I ain't Pop
How many cops gotta drop when the gat wreck shop
P-Dog comin' up on another level
No hope for the black folk, f**k a devil
It ain't nothin' but a skanless-ass trap
To keep motherf**kers broke and smokin' crack
So I'm grippin' on the clip and finsta move
Another n***a on the trigger with nothin' to lose
You better duck when the gat buck b*t*h
'Cause the funk is on and Young Mark gimme some of that
Welcome to the hate that Gates made
New definition in scope of the term police state
Pinochet coup American style
Ricochet hit another innocent child
Crowd of marchers stacked up
Against a weak police line calling for backup
Turn our anger into love
When we defend ourselves
When the push comes to shove
One last word to the cops:
The end of the club, that's where the buck stops
You can turn in your badge, uniform and gun
Or get with the people or get ready to get done
Diplomatic channels have been exhausted
People sick and tired of paying the cost
We all say we want the violence to cease
But no justice, motherf**ker, and no peace
P-Dog, back to break 'em off somethin'
And never frontin' when the rhyme keep comin'
Not lotto but I'm in it to win it and never lose
Never singin' but swingin' and bringin' nothin' but bad news
And I'm madder than a motherf**ker
Won't slip and the record won't skip, better get hip
Finna pop, but I ain't Pop
How many cops gotta drop when the gat wreck shop
P-Dog comin' up on another level
No hope for the black folk, f**k a devil
It ain't nothin' but a skanless-ass trap
To keep motherf**kers broke and smokin' crack
So I'm grippin' on the clip and finsta move
Another n***a on the trigger with nothin' to lose
You better duck when the gat buck b*t*h
'Cause the funk is on and Young Mark gimme some of that
