K-Rino, Ganksta NIP - Administrative Leave lyrics
[K-Rino, Ganksta NIP - Administrative Leave lyrics]
Now one little, two little
Three crooked cops
Four little, five little, six got shot
Seven little, eight put nine in a box
Two shots a piece now that's eighteen mops
Time to clean my floors with some Mop & Glo
Got the homies from the streets
And we shot some more when the war pops off
Better shoot that burner
You can call me Brother Nip or
You can say Nip Turner
Either one it doesn't matter cause
They both some killers
Gangsta Nip came through and bought
Us both some pillars
Two crooked cops heads homie they inside
If you scared of the war homie stay inside
Hey, duck around the corner
Better hide your face
If you sprinkle some sugar
It'll hide the taste administrative leaves
Sometimes they have perks
Six months of pay for only one days work
They got a license to murder us
I hear 'em trying to explain it
But not one word I trust
You get to go home to
Your family you wicked coward
We gotta go to the graveyard to visit ours
You finally popped you one
To you that seems to be funny
Your reward was a vacation
With some free money
And in they mind they agree they
Can shoot any nigga they see
Cause they know that all that's
Coming is administrative leave
Even when the camera clearly shows
That they did it
Mystically, magically somehow they get
Away with it kill somebody, get suspended
Then get paid with it
Probably bought some dope and let
The DA hit it
I can see 'em all plotting, planning
Acting bad and in the aftermath they all go
In the back and laugh
A brother dead we can see
That writing on the wall
And in most cases ain't no inditement at all
Then they try to tell that lie
About the cops ain't racist
And if they do charge 'em
Usually they drop the cases
Protected by their homeboy judges
Who known to mob
Two or three weeks later right
Back on the job
Bucking, jacking, robbing, beating people
Up, no ducking, no dodging
Causing conflict then getting slapped
On the wrist by the lowdown tricks in charge
And don't no peace come to the family
Of the person that they wipe out
They be still around there doing what
They do living their life out
They got a license to murder us
I hear 'em trying to explain it
But not one word I trust
You get to go home to
Your family you wicked coward
We gotta go to the graveyard to visit ours
You finally popped you one
To you that seems to be funny
Your reward was a vacation
With some free money
And in they mind they agree they
Can shoot any nigga they see
Cause they know that all that's
Coming is administrative leave
Alright, check this out
I ain't gonna do no third verse on this one
What I'mma do right now man is
Put something on blast real quick
See, everybody knows the names
Of all the victims
That got killed by dirty racist police
But don't nobody seem to know
The names of the police
Officers and the faces of the ones who did it
So right about now I'mma go down
The line and call 'em
All out one by one based
On the person they killed let's go
Alton Sterling was killed by a
Cop named Blane Salamoni
Tamir Rice was killed by Timothy Loehmann
Mike Brown was killed by
That devil Darren Wilson
Eric Garner was killed by Daniel Pantaleo
Walter Scott murdered by Michael Slager
Oscar Grant was killed by Johannes Mehserle
Philando Castile was killed by Jeronimo Yanez
Samuel DuBose was killed by Ray Tensing
Trayvon Martin of course was
Killed by George Zimmerman
Sandra Bland was set up to
Be killed by Brian Encinia rekia Boyd
Dante Servin is the one who killed her
He got cleared of all charges
Terence Crutcher was murdered by Betty Shelby
John Crawford killed by Sean Williams
Jonathan Ferrell killed by Randall Kerrick
And Aiyana Jones was murdered
By Joseph Weekly listen, right about now all
These names I mentioned find their pictures
Put 'em on social media man
Let everybody become familiar
With their faces
So we'll know them when they're
Walking down the street
Cause right now they're just
Living their life comfortably
Feeling like they got away with murder
So that's your assignment
We ain't taking this no more
It's justice or else 10, 000 fearless
Let's get it yeah all praise is do to Allah
Three crooked cops
Four little, five little, six got shot
Seven little, eight put nine in a box
Two shots a piece now that's eighteen mops
Time to clean my floors with some Mop & Glo
Got the homies from the streets
And we shot some more when the war pops off
Better shoot that burner
You can call me Brother Nip or
You can say Nip Turner
Either one it doesn't matter cause
They both some killers
Gangsta Nip came through and bought
Us both some pillars
Two crooked cops heads homie they inside
If you scared of the war homie stay inside
Hey, duck around the corner
Better hide your face
If you sprinkle some sugar
It'll hide the taste administrative leaves
Sometimes they have perks
Six months of pay for only one days work
They got a license to murder us
I hear 'em trying to explain it
But not one word I trust
You get to go home to
Your family you wicked coward
We gotta go to the graveyard to visit ours
You finally popped you one
To you that seems to be funny
Your reward was a vacation
With some free money
And in they mind they agree they
Can shoot any nigga they see
Cause they know that all that's
Coming is administrative leave
Even when the camera clearly shows
That they did it
Mystically, magically somehow they get
Away with it kill somebody, get suspended
Then get paid with it
Probably bought some dope and let
The DA hit it
I can see 'em all plotting, planning
Acting bad and in the aftermath they all go
In the back and laugh
A brother dead we can see
That writing on the wall
And in most cases ain't no inditement at all
Then they try to tell that lie
About the cops ain't racist
And if they do charge 'em
Usually they drop the cases
Protected by their homeboy judges
Who known to mob
Two or three weeks later right
Back on the job
Bucking, jacking, robbing, beating people
Up, no ducking, no dodging
Causing conflict then getting slapped
On the wrist by the lowdown tricks in charge
And don't no peace come to the family
Of the person that they wipe out
They be still around there doing what
They do living their life out
They got a license to murder us
I hear 'em trying to explain it
But not one word I trust
You get to go home to
Your family you wicked coward
We gotta go to the graveyard to visit ours
You finally popped you one
To you that seems to be funny
Your reward was a vacation
With some free money
And in they mind they agree they
Can shoot any nigga they see
Cause they know that all that's
Coming is administrative leave
Alright, check this out
I ain't gonna do no third verse on this one
What I'mma do right now man is
Put something on blast real quick
See, everybody knows the names
Of all the victims
That got killed by dirty racist police
But don't nobody seem to know
The names of the police
Officers and the faces of the ones who did it
So right about now I'mma go down
The line and call 'em
All out one by one based
On the person they killed let's go
Alton Sterling was killed by a
Cop named Blane Salamoni
Tamir Rice was killed by Timothy Loehmann
Mike Brown was killed by
That devil Darren Wilson
Eric Garner was killed by Daniel Pantaleo
Walter Scott murdered by Michael Slager
Oscar Grant was killed by Johannes Mehserle
Philando Castile was killed by Jeronimo Yanez
Samuel DuBose was killed by Ray Tensing
Trayvon Martin of course was
Killed by George Zimmerman
Sandra Bland was set up to
Be killed by Brian Encinia rekia Boyd
Dante Servin is the one who killed her
He got cleared of all charges
Terence Crutcher was murdered by Betty Shelby
John Crawford killed by Sean Williams
Jonathan Ferrell killed by Randall Kerrick
And Aiyana Jones was murdered
By Joseph Weekly listen, right about now all
These names I mentioned find their pictures
Put 'em on social media man
Let everybody become familiar
With their faces
So we'll know them when they're
Walking down the street
Cause right now they're just
Living their life comfortably
Feeling like they got away with murder
So that's your assignment
We ain't taking this no more
It's justice or else 10, 000 fearless
Let's get it yeah all praise is do to Allah