Tom: G major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
ass Al,
he got a badge from the neighborhood yo
Fly police car, the ninety- two model,
now check it out
Now Al used to rob,
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used to smoke, used to steal
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And he rolled a mean game of dice
A factor boostin' he was nice as
he proved on the daily tip
At Macy's,
he and this kid up in Lacy's
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Throw his head to blow when
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I tried to get inside his head
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There's two fit ill, glock cops,
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Black shoes fit, like they was made,
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Another brother,
a sister or somebody's pops
And when I see Al, he never stops
Unless it's to make an arrest
He can't kick it,
unless he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way,
attitude everyday
It makes me kinda mad cause
I really can't hit him
But brothers scheamin' to get
him
Verse 2
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(Shoot 'I'm inna de busta bumba claat) At
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any level the worst devil is a black one
And if you see one you
gots to attack 'um
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One day, I had the cell lit, up on Lewis Park
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Cool Al appears, backs up, fresh Clarks
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It's a hot day black, and
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the sun's beamin' down
But I gotta get on the ground?
You're, sworn to whitey,
do you think that you're mighty?
You take the honor of bein'
the black Bull Carter
It's a shame cause use done out
your righteous name
For a little rank and more fame
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You're whole style is chump,
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you forgot to use the pump
So instead of warnin' brothers,
better hide and take the picture
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You know the brothers want to hit ya
Verse 3
Verse 4
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especially off duty
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Don't forget that there's
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Hidin' upstate won't make you safe
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are you of Christian faith?
Then prepare to meet your Mystery,
become a place in history
Force come shot down
with some brothers from Uptown
And if we're not totally
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through
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Then you'll be left black and blue
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Man these black ones is just as bad
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as the motherfuckin' white ones
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They get a bullshit badge,
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and think that they God
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But yo I ain't havin' that shit,
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I put a hole in they fuckin' ass
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Comin' in our midst causin' this
motherfuckin' confusion?
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I send that ass back to the
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essence quick fast
Verse 5
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I knew a cop named Roy,
a good nigga boy
To pull the trigger on another
brother was a joy boy
Didn't give a fuck if your
face was black
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He'll blow out your back,
and say you sold crack
He'll see you in your car
and don't like your look
He got beef with gold teeth
so now you're a crook
Flash the lights, pull to the right
Put up a fight, well say night night,
cause Roy boy might
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pull out the heater, for him there's
nuttin' sweeter
Eight to your head, from his nine millimeter
Roy had a thing about
young black males
He want to see em dead or
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either locked in jail
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Down with every drug bust,
for him it was a lust
Kickin' down doors is like
dickin' down whores
I remember when he was a rookie,
a tough cookie
Beatin' down kids for playin' hookie
You see Roy is the type of ne- gro
With a alter- ego that's illegal
He like shakin' down
niggaz on the block
Take you face down,
let you hear the sound of the hammer cock!
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No need to fill out a report
'Cause everybody know Roy
doesn't get caught
Now he's feeling like Superman
To the trooper stand,
with an Uzi in his hand
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Now Roy's gotta answer
The pig's gonna get smoked like cancer,
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For all the tricks that Roy's ever played
Verse 6
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Toy with the wrong nigga, boy you get,
sprayed
For all the fucked up shit,
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that you put a brother through
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Black man, learn to love you
'Cause even if you're dead,
me and my crew
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Will beat you in your head,
and leave your ass full of lead
Outro 1
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