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Tyler Woods Intro
00:29
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2. |
Hands Up!
01:58
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Deangelo Lopez and Tyler Woods
Just a couple they gunned down around the hood
I guess the pigs split wigs for the greater good
'Cause I ain't seen them lock a swine up yet
At the most they reassign 'em to prevent protest
Just your color is enough to get you under arrest
Strong hand to the law got me feelin' oppressed
If you flippin', kill a fifty, then you get in a chair
Payin' taxes for some fuckin' clowns to ride around
Whoopin' niggas asses, scared to man up
Handcuffs givin' niggas gashes on the wrist
I used to lift my fist to fight the power with
Older homie told me in his day the pigs was plantin' bricks
In the trunks of nigga's Chevrolets them traffic stops and shit
Raidin' homes without a warrant, Shoot him first without a warning
And they expect respect and non-violence
I refuse the right to be silent
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Nigga freeze, put your hands in the air
Yeah, put your hands in the air
(Yeah) put your hands in the air
(Yeah) put your hands in the air (freeze)
Nigga freeze, put your hands in the air
LBPD, no they ain't 'bout shit (no they ain't 'bout shit)
LAPD, no they ain't 'bout shit (no they ain't 'bout shit)
LASD, no they ain't 'bout shit (no they ain't 'bout shit)
Ridin' 'round these streets givin' out full clips (givin' out full clips)
LBPD, no they ain't 'bout shit (no they ain't 'bout shit)
LAPD, no they ain't 'bout shit (no they ain't 'bout shit)
LASD, no they ain't 'bout shit (no they ain't 'bout shit)
Ridin' 'round these streets givin' out full clips (I know they ain't 'bout shit, no they ain't 'bout shit)
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Nigga freeze, put your hands in the air
Yeah, put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Freeze
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3. |
Police State
02:23
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I throw a Molotov cocktail at the precinct
You know how we think
Organize the hood under I-Ching banners
Red, Black and Green instead of gang bandanas
F.b.i. Spyin' on us through the radio antennas
And them hidden cameras in the streetlight watchin' society
With no respect for the people's right to privacy
I'll take a slug for the 'cause like Huey P.
While all you fake niggas try to copy Master P
I want to be free to live, able to have what I need to live
Bring the power back to the street, where the people live
We sick of workin' for crumbs and fillin' up the prisons
Dyin' over money and relyin' on religion for help
We do for self like ants in a colony
Organize the wealth into a socialist economy
A way of life based off the common need
And all my comrades is ready, we just spreadin' the seed
The average Black male
Live a third of his life in a jail cell
'Cause the world is controlled by the white male
And the people don't never get justice
And the women don't never get respected
And the problems don't never get solved
And the jobs don't never pay enough
So the rent always be late, can you relate?
We livin' in a police state
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4. |
Dilla FTP
01:43
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On the count of three, say "fuck the police"
One, two, three
(Fuck the police)
Yea, fuck em!
Applaud any nigga (that buck at 'em)
We can lose a few of 'em, we got enough of 'em
My niggas on the corner, they be dodgin' and duckin 'em
Bitches gettin' pulled over end up fuckin' 'em
For real! And see we got these fake cops
They thought he had a gun
Made a mistake cops, I hate cops
Turn on the TV, is this
Another cop busted for illegal business
They outta control, they outta their mind
They pullin' you over, they hoppin' inside
Just, know you got drugs and know you got guns
And they know they be mad when they can't find none, stupid!
Don't they know they invented the stash box?
The heat be in it, you need a key to get in it
Any offended people suck my balls
All y'all off the wall, get stupid, dawg
Don't hold back, Don't let go
Don't say damn, just say whoa!
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5. |
Don't Die!
01:54
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Back to the scene going wild in the bedroom
Grab the cop’s gun left from leaking with a head wound
Second cop shot, but the bullet hit his partner
Shot him in the leg and he hit a main arter-y
Now the dirty cop’s looking at me
Talking ’bout he kill a nigga if I try to flee
Shit, I’m about to lose it, so he gon’ have to prove it
All because the government hate rap music
I’ve been labeled outlaw, renegade, villain
So was Martin King, so the system had to kill him
A nigga with an attitude, the world gotta feel him
Educated villain, Intent on living
If I gotta kill a copper just to make it out the building
That motherfucker gettin' left dead no feelings
Yelling “Fuck him” as I buck A 45 at his fillings
Trying to knock his brains through the motherfucking ceiling
Hey bruh, hey bruh I'm in some trouble, OK
I gotta be gon for a minute
Just call my old man
It's real deep shit man, it's fucked up, I shot a cop
[Verse 3]
When I surface on the streets I can hear the crowd yelling
And see the neighborhood snitches pointing and telling
I’m bailing like a felon or Assata Shakur
Before the law leave me stinking like a bag of manure
Like Jeriko One in the movie ‘Strange Days’
They want a nigga dead ’cause the things that I say
Might make the youth go and pick up an AK
Tell the government “Fuck you, no way”
Like John Connor mama I be running everyday
‘Cause if I get caught it’s my life they terminate
Or stick me in a cell on Guantanamo Bay
All because a nigga won't submit and obey
I’ll be an outlaw before I ever behave
And die a free man before I live like a slave
Nothing changes, if they catch me today
“Fuck the police” is still all I gotta say
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6. |
Kim Jones
03:32
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7. |
Fuck the Police
01:53
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"Right about now, N.W.A. court is in full effect
Judge Dre presiding
In the case of N.W.A. vs. the Police Department
Prosecuting attorneys are: MC Ren, Ice Cube
And Eazy motherfuckin' E"
"Order, order, order
Ice Cube, take the motherfuckin' stand
Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?"
"You Goddamn right!"
"Well, won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"
Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground
A young nigga got it bad 'cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
Fuck that shit, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun
To be beatin' on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
Fuckin' with me 'cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin' my car, lookin' for the product
Thinkin' every nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
And when I'm finished, bring the yellow tape
To tape off the scene of the slaughter
Still gettin' swole off bread and water
I don't know if they fags or what
Search a nigga down, and grabbin' his nuts
And on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none
But don't let it be a black and a white one
'Cause they'll slam ya down to the street top
Black police showin' out for the white cop
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8. |
Coffee and Donuts
02:58
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12:15, lay real low at night
Creep in a jeep hit the corner tight
Finna go clip they wings
But gotta keep it neat and clean
One-time [blam] make it so they momma cry
Y’all shoulda eased up when I told you last time
But now I gotta do it the hard way
P-A-Y-back day
Then we see 'em, the black and white on sixth street
Cut a left in the lot of Mickey D’s
And pulled up to the window
Ssshhh! Big Yon creeped on him real slow
He could see when he looked at me
That a brother wasn’t thinkin’ 'bout shit but the payback
Rollin’ with a panther, trained well
No need for the hollerin’ - fuck jail
Only two gats in the ride
But the black still had, the element of surprise
Now I’m aimin’ straight for the dome
'Cause I’m thinkin’ about my homey’s moms alone
Cryin’ cause her baby’s dead man
This pig finna kiss the lead man
As an example so all the blue coats know
You get poached when you fuck with black folk
Said it 'til my voice was hoarse
I ain’t down with excessive force
But of course I wasn’t heard so I’m silent now
Black folk can’t be non-violent now
I’d rather just lay you down, spray you down
'Til justice come around
Cause without it there’ll be no peace
The only motherfuckin’ pig that I eat is police
Do it like Che said, so it work
Stampede, retreat in guerrilla spurts
And see that ya caps are peeled like potatoes
'Cause this is a war and pigs hate us
If ya don't think so ask Nina G
Cause she was raped two times by OPD
By a motherfucking pig named Riley
So when I pinch I don’t flinch or smile, see
I just laid low for the night to come
Rounded up the click, to straight drop the bomb
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GAUZY Los Angeles, California
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