[Scarface]
I'm sick of you hoes tryin to run mine
I'm comin with a good line
Runnin after one time
I got a grudge against you blue suits
Black suits white suits and state troops
That's the way you made us
Sent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play us
Lock us up for the summer
Took the brother's name away and passed us as a number
Just because you legally pack a gack man
Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man
Especially you black cops
You let your gacks pop
Because them honkies got you brainwashed
Now we come to new dealings
f*** all the dumb s***, the line of work is cap peeling
I'm cuttin s*** short
Ain't no fillin out reports
Cause you ain't makin it to court
I'm lettin freedom ring
From the hole in my glock, for f***** off Rodney King
It ain't s*** that you can ask us
And since justice is blind, I'm gone buy the b**** some glasses
Wake the f*** up chumps
I'm comin after your a**
Crooked officer
[Chorus]
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I want to put your a** in a coffin sir
Cause you done f***** with n***** like myself for too long
It's time to grab my m*********** s*** and get it on
[Bushwick]
Oh Mr. Officer, crooked officer what's happening
You beat another black man's a** and now you high tapping friend
Do I have to move to River Oaks
And bleach my f***** skin so I can look like these white folks
Just to get some a**istance
Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent
Cause you want to harass me yeah
And if I talk back you want to bust my black a** G
Just like Rodney King
But if you try that s*** with me, its gonna be a different scene
Try to pull me over on a dark road
But I'll be d***ed if I don't grab my nine and unload
Until every blue shirt turns red
You heard what I said
I want all you crooked m************ dead
So you better start pickin out your coffin sir
Cause I'm comin after your a**
[Chorus]
[Big Mike]
Momma called me up the pther day I got a warrant
Punk a** laws want to know where the gun went
Say I shot a n**** the other night at a party
Lying out they a** I was at home drinkin 40s
Coolin with my n***** playin dominoes in the kitchen
A big black n**** did the killin and I'm fittin the description
And you know they think all black n***** look alike
So now they got the flashlight lookin for Big Mike
Jackin n***** up tryin to capture me
Coppers want to gaffle me
Tryin to put bullets into the back of me
Time and time again I told them I didn't do it
And they knew it
But they still pursued it
So them m************ blew
So now I'm about to grab my s***
And put them son of a b****** six feet under
Cause I'm sick of runnin from you m************
Turnin tables cause I'm able I ain't fallin victim
Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick them
Cause I ain't runnin from the p-o-l-I-c-e never
m*********** t-I-m-e of day
They'll have to g-you-t a me
Off the s-e-t
And my h double o d
f***** around with the B-I-G
You'll be in a g-r-a-v-e
I'm sick of you hoes tryin to run mine
I'm comin with a good line
Runnin after one time
I got a grudge against you blue suits
Black suits white suits and state troops
That's the way you made us
Sent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play us
Lock us up for the summer
Took the brother's name away and passed us as a number
Just because you legally pack a gack man
Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man
Especially you black cops
You let your gacks pop
Because them honkies got you brainwashed
Now we come to new dealings
f*** all the dumb s***, the line of work is cap peeling
I'm cuttin s*** short
Ain't no fillin out reports
Cause you ain't makin it to court
I'm lettin freedom ring
From the hole in my glock, for f***** off Rodney King
It ain't s*** that you can ask us
And since justice is blind, I'm gone buy the b**** some glasses
Wake the f*** up chumps
I'm comin after your a**
Crooked officer
[Chorus]
Mr. Officer, crooked officer
I want to put your a** in a coffin sir
Cause you done f***** with n***** like myself for too long
It's time to grab my m*********** s*** and get it on
[Bushwick]
Oh Mr. Officer, crooked officer what's happening
You beat another black man's a** and now you high tapping friend
Do I have to move to River Oaks
And bleach my f***** skin so I can look like these white folks
Just to get some a**istance
Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent
Cause you want to harass me yeah
And if I talk back you want to bust my black a** G
Just like Rodney King
But if you try that s*** with me, its gonna be a different scene
Try to pull me over on a dark road
But I'll be d***ed if I don't grab my nine and unload
Until every blue shirt turns red
You heard what I said
I want all you crooked m************ dead
So you better start pickin out your coffin sir
Cause I'm comin after your a**
[Chorus]
[Big Mike]
Momma called me up the pther day I got a warrant
Punk a** laws want to know where the gun went
Say I shot a n**** the other night at a party
Lying out they a** I was at home drinkin 40s
Coolin with my n***** playin dominoes in the kitchen
A big black n**** did the killin and I'm fittin the description
And you know they think all black n***** look alike
So now they got the flashlight lookin for Big Mike
Jackin n***** up tryin to capture me
Coppers want to gaffle me
Tryin to put bullets into the back of me
Time and time again I told them I didn't do it
And they knew it
But they still pursued it
So them m************ blew
So now I'm about to grab my s***
And put them son of a b****** six feet under
Cause I'm sick of runnin from you m************
Turnin tables cause I'm able I ain't fallin victim
Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick them
Cause I ain't runnin from the p-o-l-I-c-e never
m*********** t-I-m-e of day
They'll have to g-you-t a me
Off the s-e-t
And my h double o d
f***** around with the B-I-G
You'll be in a g-r-a-v-e