Key: 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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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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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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It's a hot day black, and
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
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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Hidin' upstate won't make you safe
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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Man these black ones is just as bad
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They get a bullshit badge,
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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
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
The pig's gonna get smoked like cancer,
sticks
For all the tricks that Roy's ever played
Verse 6
sprayed
For all the fucked up shit,
'Cause even if you're dead,
me and my crew
and leave your ass full of lead
Outro 1
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