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Whatchya gonna do when they come for youA gang of hatin pigsWhat have they ever really done for youAin't never done shitStash what you got cuz they're comin throughBest get rid of that quickCuz when they get here you know what they're gonna doAll they ever do is tripMinding my own business...Try to hem me up like for life stuck in the klink haters in blueHow they set me up should I test my luck, here they come they're in pursuitWhat did I do? What haven't I done, you want to see my I.D. Umm...Well ok, where I'm coming from?Just on my way not on the runWhatchyou want me to say are you just bout done?Power trippin asshole lickin hatersNotice how they strutThrough the spot like anybody wants to see a cop, man everybody knows they suckI got to be somewhere man fuck!Why the hell you always stoppin me, round the clockin me like whatWhatchya gonna do when they come for youA gang of hatin pigsLetras de cancionesWhat have they ever really done for youAin't never done shitStash what you got cuz they're comin throughBest get rid of that quickCuz when they get here you know what they're gonna doAll they ever do is tripSix feet deep below the streetSo they can't never say shit againFuck the man with a thick broomstickAnd put a black flag on the endGot to watch my back or just like thatI'm bound to get locked upThe law's watching me, constantlyToo close and way too muchLooking over my shoulder and checking in the rear view mirrorCuz I'm never not but a moment from getting taken to jailThey're knocking at my door, down my doorThey're shining lights in my eyesExactly what do they stand forEver asking more of I man whyLike it matters why I chose to ignoreAll the laws I've been told to abideThink I'm on parole, thinking I just stoleSome shit you got an A.P.B out on but noYou're wrong as usual hell no it wasn't meHave the nerve to ask me if I'm drunk when I'm pissing in the middle of the streetLooking over my shoulder...By the way why they always actingLike they know how to size me upIgnorant bastards coming after meAll the time on mine had enough.Why they always wanna hassle me, pigs all up on my nutsLike they have to be, like I can't see emTrying to play shade tree in the cutsBy robbing me of my dignitySo in the end I never say muchBut ain't a time pass I don't wish I could flashOn penelope like fuck!Shot this for everyone who's been thereFor my real ones who understandWhat it feels like to have your rights read to you by the ... From Letras Mania