Constables

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[Hook: Sample from KRS-One - "Hip Hop Vs. Rap"] Police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police-police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police-police be clocking me [Verse 1: O.C.] I'll make wax, I'll pay tax, I don't sell crack Accept the kickbacks, you're called up on dispatch The deal you done did with a dealer, you done dissed him Took letters from his box, now he's buried in the system You see me coming out of my building, all types Of days and nights, wondering if I got a nine to five Clothes are always knew, so you cry, I spy A flashing ghost smile, you're in the corner of my eye Walking, I feel the hawk over right beside me Sober 'fore I act nervous and start to walk lively Sharp-left from right, then I start to jog Hearing speed accelerating from the J8's car The sirens sound violent, they inspect more Not ready, I'm on the stoop with my man named Little Eddy We start laughing, 'cause next-door from me Is a house that has traffic like drugs are free But I'm a new face in a new place of a melan' race Guess black in 'em makes a good felon case, and that's Not so, and I get mad 'cause everywhere I go Long as I'm dark, rocking Clarks in my village, though Police be clocking me [Hook: Sample from KRS-One - "Hip Hop Vs. Rap"] Police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police-police-police-police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police-police-police-police be clocking me [Verse 2: O.C.] They're clocking, jocking, and knocking me, wanting a reason for whacking me But I ain't committing no crime. Soon as they're stopping me O.C. rolling for dolo, a solo cop car comes Screeching in my presence, in a second, yelling (Freeze!) I'm scared, I cannot stop, hop over a fence, running Frantic, sending O.C. into a panic I 'fuse to be Rodney hardly, you won't scar me Beating me down, yelling, smelling of old and coffee cinder Fucking hard, but soft to a stick Some cops are cool and some are just downright dicks You won't asphyxiate me in a chokehold, death mocking me So for that, eat my dust and keep clocking me Check the speedometer, check how I'm flashing Nightsticks, and you don't have the same type of fashion Two blocks behind me, two jakes, and one blue and white Pair of Glocks equals 32 shots? I think not [Hook: Sample from KRS-One - "Hip Hop Vs. Rap"] Police-police-police-police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police-police be clocking me Police-police-police-police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police-police be clocking me Police-police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police be clocking me [Verse 3: O.C.] What for?!? Is it my B-Boy presence mixed with mature? Is it the stone in me, comb the city in a Benz? Legitimate plus without ends Paperwork was right, but sat us at a red light Giving dirty looks, I guess assuming we were crooks Scoping the car, tags up to par Rims shining in your face with the tires Armor-Alled, and them Dig it. all youngins my complexion have been through getting stressed So I know you understand what I manifest And Flannery, O'Toole, Vasquez, and black cop Jones All crooked with fat rides and homes Watch your own PD, put an APB on your sergeant Corrupt cash, careers skating on the margin Next time, read me my rights, check out the snipes Look behind you on the wall, sucker, I rocks mics, you dumb jakes [Hook: Sample from KRS-One - "Hip Hop Vs. Rap"] Police-police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police-police be clocking me Police-police-police-police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police-police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police be clocking me Police-police-police-police-police....