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Hands Up! 01:58
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
Police State 02:23
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
Dilla FTP 01:43
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!
Don't Die! 01:54
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
Kim Jones 03:32
"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
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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released August 14, 2020


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