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Ostatní
1. Intro (Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos) (Live) 2. Zapata’s Blood (Live) 3. Hadda be Playing on the Jukebox (Live) 4. Fuck Tha Police (Live) 5. Darkness 6. Clear the Lane 7. No Shelter |
Good Evening,
We want to just quickly send a nice friendly message
to uh,
Fraternal Order of Police in Philadelphia.
Here's something nice and friendly,
Here's something nice and
friendly,
Here's something nice and friendly,
and it goes
something like this.
Fuck tha police,
Comin straight from the underground.
Young
nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the other color so police
think,
They have the authority to kill a minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka
with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in
jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold
and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin
every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling
in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm
finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the
slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.
A young nigga on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna
be a bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Yo, I got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon! Off,
What?
Fuck the police,
Yeah!
Comon!
Fuck tha
police,
Yeah.
Fuck The police,
Comin straight from the
underground.
Young nigga got it bad cuz I'm brown,
And not the
other color so police think,
They have the authority to kill a
minority.
Fuck that shit, cuz I ain't tha one,
For a punk mutha fucka
with a badge and a gun,
To be beatin on, and throwin in
jail.
We could go toe to toe in the middle of a cell.
Fuckin with me cuz I'm a teenager,
With a little bit of gold
and a pager.
Searchin my car, lookin for the product.
Thinkin
every nigga is sellin narcotics.
You'd rather see me in the pen,
Then me and Lorenzo chilling
in the Benzo.
Beat tha police outta shape,
And when I'm
finished, bring the yellow tape,
To mark off the scene of the
slaughter.
No controller, bread and water.
I don't know if they fags or what,
Search a nigga down and
grabbin in the nuts.
And on the other hand, without a gun they
can't get none.
But don't let it be a black and a white
one.
Cuz they slam ya down to the street top,
Black police
showin out for the white cop.
Yeah, my brothas will swarm,
On any mutha fucka in a blue
uniform.
Just cuz we in Washington D.C, punk police are afraid of
me.
Hey!
Punk on a warpath,
And when I'm finished, it's gonna be a
bloodbath,
Of cops, dyin in L. A.
Hey yo, We got somethin to say.
Fuck the police,
Comon,
sing that shit,
Right now,
Comon!
Comon!
One more
time,
Here we go, here we go,
Comon!
One More, We gotta do
it, right now,
Yeah,
Check it out.