| 12:15, layin real low at night
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| Creep in a jeep hit the corner tight
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| Bout to go clip they wigs
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| But gotta keep a niggy clean
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| One-time this is so they momma cry
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| Y’all shoulda eased up when I told you last time
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| But now I gotta do it the hard way
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| P-A-Y-back day
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| Then we see em, the black and white on sixth street
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| Cut a left in the lot of Mickey D’s
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| And pulled up to the window
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| Ssshhh! |
| Big Mel creeped on him real slow
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| He could see when he looked at me That a brother wasn’t thinkin bout shit but the payback
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| Rollin with a panther, trained well
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| No need for the holler, and FUCK jail
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| Packin two gats in the ride
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| But the black still had, the element of suprise
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| Now I’m aimin straight for the dome
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| Cause I’m thinkin about my homey’s mom alone
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| Cryin cause her baby’s dead man
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| This pig’s gonna kiss the lead man
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| As an example so all the blue coats know
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| You get poached when you fuck with black folk
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| Said it til my voice was hoarse
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| I ain’t down with excessive force
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| But of course I wasn’t heard so I’m silent now
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| Black folk can’t be non-violent now
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| I’d rather just lay you down, spray you down
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| Til justice come around
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| Cause without it there’ll be no peace
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| The only motherfuckin pig that I eat is police
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| Do it like Jay said, throw in work
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| Stand feet, retreat in guerilla spurts
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| And see that the caps are peeled like potatoes
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| 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
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| By a motherfucking pig named Riley
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| So when I pitch I don’t flinch or smile, see
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| I just lay low for the night to come
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| Rounded up the click, I straight dropped the bomb
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| And got with K-Cloud for the blowaway
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| Ran far, rented a car, took off the plates
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| And come back through to the place where
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| everybody knew that they was gonna show they face at Stepped up, crept up, as I held my breath
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| And then I squeezed, coffee, donuts, and…
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| [Officer down, we need backup, there’s an office down here
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| oh shit!]
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| …death |