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You ain't no friend of mine
You ain't no kin of mine
You ran up on my cousin Jiliana with the 9
When they pull up I'm lyin'
Give fake IDs to swine
I got locked up in '94 but I ain't do the crime
Shorty you one time, I separate your spine
Pigs like that rob my community blind
They do it all the time
They hope we drop a dime
Punch you handcuffed, kicks at the face from behind
Crime hotline, thеy at the stop sign
Waitin' for your ass to walk by so they can start firin'
Our little kids arе dying, or doin' major time
We can't just sit there complacent on our fat behinds

Politicians are gangstas, but we never say nothin'
Pigs are gangstas, on my streets they buck-bucking
Handcuff ya and shank ya, pushing on they mace buttons
We been struggling a long time but we ain't got nothin'
Damn homie
In high school you was a b*tch home
What the f*ck happened to you?
Got an academy letter
Got a badge and Beretta
Planting crack in my pocket and homie smacking my sweater
Spray me with mace and pepper
Sucka I could do better
Stun guns to your neck pig, your body gon' swell up
I baton your head up
Legs broke, can't get up
Trying to handcuff my folks po and I ain't gon' let ya
It's easy, start some bullsh*t and get your whole squad wet
Headshots, perfect aim, f*ck ya chest vest
Native Guns dawg, they say we bugged out
And we don't go nowhere not being fully slugged down

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