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Crooked cops Crooked cops See how they drop See how they drop They pull me over to check my ride I pull out my nine, and three of em died I promised to never let one slide The crooked cops Bitches Kill a crooked cop Mi say mi killin a crooked cop Mi killin a crooked cop Now watch em drop Now watch em drop [x2] Yeah '93, peace to the streets The cops will soon be deceased I'm havin thoughts of Rodney King, so I gotta click on a crooked cop Decisions have been made, they ass gotta drop Get your glock, no warnin shot, if you punks try to block Hollow points to they hand's joint, they turn into flesh lop Yeah, them muthafuckas think a psycho is jokin Crooked cops on the loose, fuck a truce, bust they head open Letras de cancionesCheck it, in '93 they gotta raise out the hood Or feel a million .380s blazin like firewood Once upon a time on the M.L.K.-strip Five-o started harassin, brought that shit upon Ganksta NIP That nigga was full of weed. and ready to blast H.K., 50 rounds, two cops down from the near crash Rolled up, they tried to make a psycho fold up But hold up ( *shots* ) the Tec had shit sowed up Yo, jetted fast after the blast with the mask 66 of em died, trick didn't even have to ask Now buck em down Mi say mi killin a crooked cop Mi killin a crooked cop Now watch em drop Now watch em drop Mi want to kill a crooked cop, cause they beat me down Real niggas gather up and run they ass out of town They have no muthafuckin business rollin in our hood The next time you see a cop, fuck the punk peckerwood Pop-pop with the glock, the Tec-9 sounds Keep on fillin up the clip until they fall to the ground And when he fall to the ground, take two steps back Then take your knife, chop his head with a axe Fuck em, they ain't shit, they got nines, we got nines They have a few good men, we have black, strong hood-long lines Of gangsta-ass murderers, ex-cons Three-time-losers, pull out your fire arms Field niggas hyped up, and ready to win Clear the streets with the Uzis, break our o.g.'s out the pen Round em up, now we think on the same level Let's put our minds together, now let's click on the fuckin devil Now buck em down Mi say mi killin a crooked cop Mi killin a crooked cop Now watch em drop Now watch em drop Now watch em drop Now watch em drop Mi killin a crooked cop Now watch em drop Now watch em drop S.P.C. We got to make these cops raise they ass out of South Park It's getting worser every day by day, so they kill us after dark But if we get our minds together we can overcome So every nigga old enough, go out and buy a gun Muthafucka Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill All those crooked cops Load up your x-can and spray, spray, spray And we'll make they bitch-ass drop Muthafucka They aren't really know if we click that they ass cannot win [shots] ...with the Tec, and you'll never have to worry about em again Mi killin a crooked cop Mi say mi killin a crooked cop Mi say mi killin a crooked cop Now watch em drop Now watch em drop [x2] Now watch them hoes drop S.P.C. From Letras Mania