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[Hook] Get, yo, hands... up against the wall and spread them Opposition I'll just stick them Fuck you (fuck you) fuck you (fuck you) Un-der-stand, I'm not fucking around with you Try to resist I'll dismiss you Fuck you (fuck you) fuck you (fuck you) [Verse 1] Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had Think of a trigger happy nigga with a badge Parading around Los Angeles (UH!) High off coke with a banana clip Feasting off the weak street of Angeles With a manuscript at professional ass whippin' Task force, brass knuckles a master at ass kickin' If you 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 niggaz The world's a merry-go-round of stereoTYPE niggaz He's the spit in the face of a pitbull and BITE niggaz Matter of fact, kinda like this cat for a WHITE nigga [Hook x1] [Verse 2] Letras de cancionesI got the projects on lock, they trust my logic Cause the star cops got it from guns to narcotics My object is to deprogram, blind your optics You cannot stop this mission, this topic Cause you can write tickets my nigga or get paid Learn this game in the streets and get slayed Collect this cheese in the end of this maze, or Hit the desk and fill out forms for days Need I remind you, how easy it'll be to take The city by storm with a whole force behind you? Shotty in the trunk and on my ankle theres a nine too Cause psychologically the gun you use will define you [Hook x1] [Verse 3] These evil streets don't sleep becareful with who you mingle In a city where it pays to be bilingual, cho so griefo No may a porta u culo (si) via ah Diablo, I'm Five-O Leave enemies dead on arrival, for a couple of mil' And you're fucking the deal up, try to play hero cop And you still suck, put you to bed, one in your head You won't feel much [Hook x2] From Letras Mania