Coffee, Donuts & Death (Piggy On A Platter Mix)

Lyrics

12:15, lay real low at night Creep in a jeep hit the corner tight Finna go clip they wings But gotta keep it neat and clean One-time [blam] make it so they momma cry Y'all shoulda eased up when I told you last time But now I gotta do it the hard way P-A-Y-back day Then we see 'em, the black and white on sixth street Cut a left in the lot of Mickey D's And pulled up to the window Ssshhh! Big Yon creeped on him real slow He could see when he looked at me That a brother wasn't thinkin' 'bout shit but the payback Rollin' with a panther, trained well No need for the hollerin' - fuck jail Only two gats in the ride But the black still had, thе element of surprisе Now I'm aimin' straight for the dome 'Cause I'm thinkin' about my homey's moms alone Cryin' cause her baby's dead man This pig finna kiss the lead man As an example so all the blue coats know You get poached when you fuck with black folk Said it 'til my voice was hoarse I ain't down with excessive force But of course I wasn't heard so I'm silent now Black folk can't be non-violent now I'd rather just lay you down, spray you down 'Til justice come around Cause without it there'll be no peace The only motherfuckin' pig that I eat is police Do it like Che said, so it work Stampede, retreat in guerrilla spurts And see that ya caps are peeled like potatoes 'Cause this is a war and pigs hate us If ya don't think so ask Nina G Cause she was raped two times by OPD By a motherfucking pig named Riley So when I pinch I don't flinch or smile, see I just laid low for the night to come Rounded up the click, to straight drop the bomb And got with K-Cloud for the throwaways Went far, rented a car, and took off the plates And came back through to the place where Everybody knew that they was gonna show they face at Stepped up, crept up, as I held my breath And then I squeezed, coffee, donuts, and... [Blam blam blam, blam, blam] [Officer down, we need backup, there's an officer down here Oh shit!] ...death (Point blank range) (Get back) Doom now, back it up, make way For a P-A-N-T-H-A Check a record when I'm running 'cause it roll right Glock for the sure-shot trippin' with the grip that I hold tight Dustin' off devils like Pledge And I ain't Rakim but you still better know the ledge So pack a lunch when the bunch roll through One time for your mind, Scarface and I thought you knew Hypocrite bitch, fuck y'all I'm P-Dog and I'm still standing up tall Fuck a devil and his mama, call it drama I'ma keep on coming off with this hit that keep our people strong Keep it comin', keep it comin', try to step to me But I go to 12 rounds and you never threw me So I step punk, what, fuck, layin' in a cut Full pump for the skunk when I'm running up And every label wanna put the man out Punk motherfuckers still got their hand out While PD-OG, I'll never be caught sleeping with the enemy 'Cause you ain't no friend of me Keep grabbing for a piece when I'm making bucks I put your ass in the dirt and won't give a fuck With a rat-a-tat-tat from the gat Never swing when I bring them things and it's like that So back it on up and it's all good But don't come around fucking with the neighborhood 'Cause I'ma have me a piggy pot pie And the media can kiss my ass for the reason why Check, check it on out It's the coffee, and the donuts, and the death One time, better wear a vest And make way for the nine-trey funk P-Dog and I'm anti-punk [?] give it to me