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[Hook: Pharoahe Monch] Get yo' hands; Up against the wall and spread them Opposition, I can't stand them Fuck you (Fuck you) Fuck you (Fuck you) Un-da-stand; I'm not fuckin around with you Try to resist I'll dimiss you Fuck you (Fuck you) Fuck you (Fuck you) [Verse 1] Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had Huh, figure but trigger happy nigga with a badge Parading around Los Angeles High off coke with a banana clip Feasting off the weak street avangelists With a manuscript, and a proffesional ass-whippin Task force, brass knuckles, a master in ass-kickin If ya 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 niggas The world's a merry-go-round of stereotype niggas He's a spit in the face for pitbull or bite niggas Matter-a fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigga Letras de canciones [Hook] [Verse 2] I got the projects on lock; they trust my logic Cuz the star cops got it from guns to narcotics My object is to deprogram, blind your optics You cannot stop this mission, this topic Cuz you could write tickets my nigga or get paid Learn this game of the streets or get slayed Collect this cheese at the end of this maze Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days Need I remind you - how easy it would be, To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there's a nine too Cuz psychologically the guns you use, will define you [Hook] [Verse 3] These evil streets don't sleep, be careful of whom you mingle In a city where it pays to be bilingual Yo soy grifo, no me importa tu culo, si via a diablo Or five-oh, leavin enemies dead on arrival For a couple of mil', and your fuckin the deal up Try to play hero cop and you still suck Put you to bed, or runnin your head, you won't feel much [Hook x2] From Letras Mania