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[Chorus:] We don't talk to police You heard what the big homie face told ya, yeah We rely on the street You fuckin with a thoroughbred real face soldier, yeah I don't fuck with the POPO It's middle finger to the sky When I see a black and white drive by I mean, mug em Look em dead in the eye Tell em I never loved em And hope that the day they die It's a slow painful death Hope that your casket Blown up on the day You forget to wear your vest God bless any cop that test me The local police will have to bring Their SWAT to get me because I'm a boss and it ain't that easy I got me a 3 oh 8 And my aim is greasy One shot, one kill, one day believe me I'll be a thousand yards away Ain't no way you'll see me Letras de cancionesThe ghetto all up in north The game needs me The heavy artillery arms dealer I'll save you a snub nosed With a Colt named Sneezy To run up in the motherfuckin precinct [Chorus x2] Fuck the POPO Fuck the ATF Don't even scream freeze You better save your breath Cause I'm a take off Faster than a G4 jet Smash through the back door And leave the screen door wrecked Oink, oink, pig, come on Catch me if you can I'll be on the next flight Directly to Japan I'm a street soldier Green Beret Fuck the FBI And the DEA These streets I ain't nothin nice Out on the block on the grind Tryna duck the Vice It's a drought right now So I'm a up the price I'm the only one on So now I'm lovin life I'm blinded Why you wanna hate on me? Start snitchin Run off and tell the HPD That I hustle And here we get your aide on me I don't squeal to the pigs I'm a HOG [Chorus] You a cop, homie You just didn't get a badge And a squad car In exchange for your ass You took the stand And told on your folks The money they had made The dope they had sold Either you was fuckin a gay DA Or you was just workin for the DEA But I don't give a fuck What you gotta say You don't get hit with six bricks And never do a day Come on, homie We know what it is Confidential, my ass We know what you did You a motherfuckin bitch A motherfuckin snitch When I pass you in traffic I'm a holler 'Suck a dick' It's fucked up, when you see a hustler To turn into a undercover officer Now he sold us out Fuckin with the Vices And when he come around He got on recording devices I know what it is It's like rollin the dice Either you get paid Or you get Life But keep it movin When you see me Cause I don't want anybody thinkin I talk to police From Letras Mania