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T-R-U ya heard me? Trick Daddy Dollars y'all huh C-Murder, Trick Daddy, No Limit, Slip 'N Slide Whatever, uh huh, watch 'em [C-Murder] Watch the police when I'm rollin through the projects My pants sag so I'm labelled as a suspect Who gave the boys in blue, the authority to harass me cause I live in the minority Check yourself player, cause I ain't the one You look plain, and kinda lame without your badge and a gun You been harassin me, since I was a teenager But now that I got a Roley with a Benz and a pager they pull me over and search in my car So you lookin for the product, but could it be narcotic And 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 - a young nigga got it bad cause I'm brown Watch the police - if you a teenager (watch, watch) Watch the police - with a little bit of gold and a pager [Trick Daddy] I'ma teach they motherfuckin ass 'bout playin with me Letras de cancionesI'ma take they ass on one Thug Life, for them niggaz in the county jail State pens and feds, nigga I'm tired of the motherfuckin po'-po' They keep sweatin a nigga, sittin all in the do' Po' flashin the light in the dark and for what? Is it cause the trunk make so much thump? See I'm Trick Daddy Dollars, and hoes they call me Mr. Scholars You could lock me up, but I'll make bail regardless You wanna know have I ever been arrested? Misdemeanor, felony or domestic So I confessed it, damn right you guessed it Did time for work, but I ain't seen a brick since I don't fuck with niggaz who I don't know I'm gettin money, gettin blunted, nigga watch the po'-po' [Chorus] [Interlude] Watch the police - in my hood, they'll pull you over and put dope on you, and bring you to jail Makin twenty-four a year They catch you with 70K, they gon' keep it C, tell 'em what's happenin [C-Murder] I'm tired of the jackin and harassin (and harassin) Every time I see you pass, it make me wanna blast I'm C 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 (Shhhh) "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 TRU nigga Shinin 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 {*squeals*} But to my homie, this is what I say [Chorus] [Outro] Around my neighborhood, they just be hackin you up for no reason Just askin you all kind of questions Puttin 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 (*repeat 3X*) From Letras Mania