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Hook - Pharoahe Monch
Get yo' hands;
Up against the wall and spread them
Opposition, I'll just dead them
fk you (fk you)
fk you (fk you)
Un-da-stand;
I'm not fkin around with you
Try to resist I'll dissmiss you
fk you (fk you)
fk you (fk you)
Verse 1
Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had
Huh, figure but trigger happy nigg* with a badge
Parading around Los Angeles
High off coke with a banana clip
Feasting off the weak street avangelists
With a manuscript, in proffesional ass-whippin
Task force, brass knuckles, a master in ass-kickin
If ya ask for it, I blast for it, your back flippin
No one saw it, I won't stop the clock's tickin
Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight
The world's a merry-go-round of stereotype
He's a spit in the face for pitbull or bite
Matter-a fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigg*
Hook
Verse 2
I got the projects on lock; they trust my logic
Cuz the star cops got it from guns to narcotics
My object is to deprogram, blind your optics
You cannot stop this mission, this topic
Cuz you could write tickets my nigg* or get paid
Learn this game of the streets or get slayed
Collect this cheese at the end of this maze
Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days
Need I remind you - how easy it would be,
To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you
Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there's a nine too
Cuz psychologically the guns you use, will define you
Hook
Verse 3
These evil streets don't sleep, be careful of whom you mingle
In a city where it pays to be bilingual
Yo soy grifo, no me importa tu culo, si via a diablo
Or five-oh, leavin enemies dead on arrival
For a couple of mil', and your fkin the deal up
Try to play hero cop and you still suck
Put you to bed, or runnin your head, you won't feel much
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