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T-are-you ya heard me 
Your daddy dollars y'all huh 
see-Murda, Trick Daddy, No Limit, Slip 'N Slide 
Whatever, uh huh, watch em. 
[C-Murder] 
Watch the police when I'm rolling through the projects 
My pants sag so I'm labeled as a suspect 
Who be the boys in blue, the authority 
To arrest me cause I live in a minority 
Check yo self player, cause I ain't the one 
You look plain, and kinda lame without your badge and a gun 
You been harassing me, since I was a teenager 
But now I got a rolly with a Benz and a pager 
They pull me over and searching my car 
So you looking for the product, but could it be narcotic 
But just because I'm from The CP3 
I gotta watch the police because they scared of me 
[Chorus] 
Watch the police, coming straight from the underground 
Watch the police, Murder got it bad cause I'm brown 
Watch the police, if you a teenager (Watch, watch) 
Watch the police, nigga, better goal, and a pager 
[Trick Daddy] 
I'ma teach they motherfucker ass bout playing with me 
I'ma take they ass on one 
Thug Life, for them niggas in the County Jail, State Pens, and Feds Nigga 
I'm tired of the motherfucking popo 
That keep sweating a nigga sitting all in the dope hole 
Flashing the light in the dark, and for what? 
Is it cause the trumpet make so much thought 
See I'm the Dirty Dollar, and ho they call me Mr. Styles 
You could lock me up, but I'll make Beau regardless 
You want to know have I ever been arrested? 
Mr. Mean the felony of domestic 
So I confessed it, damn right you guessed it 
Did time for working, but I ain't seen the Brick City 
I don't fuck with niggas who I don't know 
I'm getting money, getting blunted 
Nigga now watch the popo 
[Chorus] 
Watch the police 
In my hood, they'll pull you over 
And put dope on you and bring you to jail 
Make it 24 year 
They catch you with 70 K, they gone keep you 
see you, tell em what's hell 
[C-Murder] 
I'm tired of the jacking and harassing 
Every time I see a badge it make me want to blast 
I'm see with the criminal behavior 
I'm a gangsta with paper, and plus I got flavor 
My identity by itself causes violence 
I catch them without they badge and gun 
And then they silent (Shh) [Get out of the car] 
It don't matter if you smaller or bigger [You're under arrest] 
When a sucka in a uniform run up on a treat nigga 
Shining that light in my face and for what? 
Maybe it's because I kick so much butt 
And I can't be touched 
That's why I laugh when I get away (Car peeling out) 
But to my homie, this is what I say 
[Chorus] 
Around my neighborhood 
They just be hacking you up for no reason 
Just asking y'all all kind of questions 
Putting the light all in your face 
Man, what's wrong with them 
Man, that's why we gotta watch em 
[Chorus] 
You're gonna die (3X)