I am a cop, shut up I piss in your mouth I am a cop, shut up I shoot you in the face motherfucker I piss in your mouth I am a cop, shut up I shoot you
Tłumaczenie: The Knife. Cop.
: I am a cop Shut up I piss in your mouth I am a cop Shut up I shoot you in the face motherfucker I piss in your mouth I am a cop Shut up I shoot
I am a cop Shut up I piss in your mouth I am a cop Shut up I shoot you in the face motherfucker I piss in your mouth I am a cop Shut up I shoot
I am a cop Shut up I piss in your mouth I am a cop Shut up I shoot you in the face motherfucker I piss in your mouth I am a cop Shut up I shoot you
top With my niggaz, mostly for squeezin' triggas I call 'em homies, pigs call 'em crooks So I write and put bucks on they books I give a fuck about a cop
your back just rips You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts no mistakes Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop
hour has come, touch ya Remember this, real niggas don't rhyme we walk up and buck ya Stuck ya in the head, rush ya Trife niggas knife you, seven venoms
Fidel Castro He?d want me to spit this Only the strong survive, Nas bear witness The hypocrisy is all I can see White cop acquitted for murder, black cop, cop
me nothin' back then But now I feel ya... I feel ya... Now I'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life It's nineteen ninety-three, I put away my pocket knife
a few dudes doin' life bids in jail And they way smarter then the white kids in Yale But that how life is and that how the gun and the knife is It's
til I break it type of nigga I'm hard on chumps, most these dudes is fags Put the guard on punks, push the broom up they ass Or the knife like American
up as a young dude, chillin' wit them old cats Couldn't cop crack so I had to slang Prozac Fuck being broke, I'm tryin' to cop a tan four Trap you up
' up and you ain't lettin' off Plus I already know that most of y'all is soft The hood love me, put it in the air for me And boy cop mix tapes if they
There's blacks with knives and whites with clubs Fighting in howard beach There's no such thing as human rights When you walk the n.y.streets A cop was
if you think you come close to me I could rhyme, I could write, I could rap, I could sing, nigga, I can do it all Got guns, got knifes, got bats, ain
go early, from Thursday to Thursday Eight o'clock in the morning That's why we go out on a cop on my corner, yes uh Gimme that Lex', I'm gonna exit So
my entourage is thick Camouflaging this bitch, so God forbid you start some shit My squad's equipped with an arsenal of ammunition Hollow tips an', cop
