Layzie Bone - Runnin Up On Da Punk Police lyrics

There they go, there they go, there they go
It's muthafk em' cuz they don't want peace
There they go, there they go, there they go
There they go
Sick of running from the punk police
There they go, there they go, there they go
It's muthafk em' cuz they don't want peace
There they go, there they go, there they go
Sick of running from the punk police
There they go, there they go, there they go
It's muthafk em' cuz they don't want peace
There they go, there they go, there they go
Sick of running from the punk police

My middle finger to the law
Well niggas they love that
The whole reason they brutality forced
Me to bust back i was brought up in the part
Of the city where thugs at
Where the pimpin and prostitutes and
Thieven and drugs at
Where the average little nigga goes to
Jail before he's twelve years old
On the corner as long as the beer's cold
Siz do', muthafkas got half of my kin-folks
Generations of ghetto children that
Really been broke (yeah)
Get up, get up, wake up and get paid
9-1-1 been a joke since Flava Flav
I'ma take a chance as long as the rent due
Fk callin Mr wealth and mamma got issues
The system was designed to
Set-up and twist you
You gotta get on the level to
Know what I've been through
And to, be aware of the evil that men do
Niggas snitchin' all the time and
Try'n to befriend you
I keep my mouth shut tight
And my eyes wide open
Dirty as a rida', I'm try'na stay focused
I ain't choose the game, man
The game chose me
Why you always fkin' with me Mr punk Police
Wanna have a nigga sleepin in a 6 by 9
Try'na catch a nigga creepin
You can get my 9
Get deez nuts, put the badge and the gun down
Muthafk the government
Blast when they come round

Ever since I was a feelin' nigga
In and wit my dogs
I was taught that you never hire
A gun for the law
So I really fked the cop car
Dodge and the charge
And I'm try'na not get caught if
Lots of time is involved
It's a war with the minorities
And da help authorities so real
That I bet this be
Considered any nigga poetry
Bred from some of the coldest streets
And I seen niggas shot dead
By some old police
Them bitches don't want peace
They ridin' through the ghetto poppin
They metal and po-fo
And they wonder why niggas don't
Get along with the po-po fk him mayne
Then toss a doughnut to his grave
We gon show him how to play
Whats your name, where you stay mr officer
Could you tell me why you pulled us over
And please
Get them bright lights up off of us
I ain't done nuttin' wrong
I was just ridin' mindin' my own
And why you harrassin' my passenger
We try'na go home (god damn)
Don't you got some fuckin killas to catch?
Some real deal criminals to arrest
A drug dealaz to sweat
I wun't doin that you suvive in 5 blocks
And when my life's a blazin uh
I'm so tired of ya'll cops harrasin me
Flashin the big guess and askin me
All kind of silly bullshit they actually
Lookin for reasons they can tell
The captain they blastin me
Po-Pos is the only muthafuckas
We hate drastically