* Pam the Funkstress the phrase "We get it on - cause we don't get along" *
Now the FBI with no feedback Saw me on the street, ask me the weed at or the coke I don't and yet I don't believe that Set me up I'm runnin like a Sleestak Ran into a car and almost bent my back It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee Ducked into a store they ask what you do Wearin it was my man N'Duku The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci If they ask who was I runnin the bastards I flew" Maybe to my block, to catch a few flicks did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit Bustin doors, beatin mammas while Cool Whip Face down, gettin on my back to school fit My neighbor that was to me got black and blue lips When the fuse lit, you don't see the few Kick our up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit Til then, they see us pushin up tu-lips Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm Got up, brushed the off my apparel girl Cheryl got parole violation Said she was cause of pupil dilation If you never got arrested now since You get searched livin in this or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the daylights Wouldn't be no dope slangin if paid right They target areas of black, Chinese and Mow you down men, or they'll find your of kin Whites sell more cocaine and but the justice us, more than like to credit dem The ruling class dope to you and me And don't get arrested, this is or is it pimp low magic in Is it a war on drugs, or just my
Now who gets paper and who perved? Who gets and who gets served? Now this type of get on my last nerve I think about it in the car and I to swerve Who gets and who gets perved? Who slapped and who gets served? Now type of shit get on my last nerve I think about it in the car and I start to
I got a commonest plot to get the hot So many cops the block ?? Tupac You flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks? Now this is for la gente, keep it Let's send the on a one way trip to casa permanente Not a but a sensei These are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid I the donut up in front of Wenchel's Makin police officials with fat bones that's of gristle test they torque to differential Now essential, our problems ain't provincial 'fore a nurse call our bodies white stencils Broke as fuck, lentils with no utensils That of struggle motivated my pencil It ain't mental material Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin your stereo need cereal, folks need currency My job got a crowd wavin applications Some'll get accepted, get rejected Guess they gon' til the new get elected and that'll they unemployment streak They'll be makin microchips for two a week That's why they packin us in there in droves and And Channel Two gon' call it up the streets
Now who gets paper and who perved? Who gets slapped and who served? Now this type of shit get on my nerve I think about it in the car and I to swerve Who gets paper and who perved? Who gets slapped and who gets Now type of shit get on my last nerve I about it in the car and I start to swerve