Lyrics

[Intro] On these nuts muthafucka, is you ready to die?! Is you all- is y'all ready to die in this muthafucka? Yeah I'm ready to die in my motherfuckin' street. Nigga this is street gangsta Mack. Kickin' this shit off nigga for Ukfe Uye. Roll call nigga! Nigga if you ain't in line get yo' black ass outta this mothafucka. Nigga, get crackin', get stackin'. Yeah I'm 'bout to break yo' mothafuckin'- Roll call: Ricardo, Sergio, Al Street, Suga, Bo$$, Deep, Full House, Born Twice, Angels Of Death, Funk Family, Big Mike, Willie D. Much love to Def Jeff. How you gonna step to the [?] fool? [?] has arrived! [Singing] How can I do the things that I wanna do When 60% of me, is you? [Verse 1] [?] me don't know, why MCs check them slow on beat wonder if them are tweakin' Right Thеm a lyin', them are cunnin', them arе plottin', never front cause them marks we are dealin' Right Me hear them chant down Babylon [?] cocaine on my block me stealin' Right Why do they test the rude [?] cause they stress, lah this mess it gon' need me to kill it So take the cars, take the money, take the punanny and thing But I'm gon' take ya life for disrespecting Take the cars, take the money, take the punanny and thing But I'm gon' take ya life for disrespecting [Verse 2] Yo it's the spook that sat by the door Join the forces of the law to prepare for when shit gets raw Now watch how many jaws drop Y'all done fucked around with the wrong cop And I ain't gonna stop until I get about 17 more This shit is deep you should've never tried to break my back When it's the son of 700,000 maniacs Ready to attack, front, back, side to side Now pledge allegiance to Adam 12 the paraplegic This shit is on and rotten lookin' for my fellow pop The sheriff on it at the shop before the buckshot In the parking lot I asked him for a cigarette Then I put a whole clip in his fuckin' chest Shit is like that shit is like that Trip? Don't talk shit cause you asked for it pig bitch When I was 21 before I joined the force I got my black ass beat down and a broken jaw So I said, "Fuck it. I can't beat y'all. I'll join you whores." Now watch out for the spook who sat by the door [Chorus] [?] me don't know, why MCs check them slow on beat wonder if them are tweakin' Right Them a lyin', them are cunnin', them are plottin', never front cause them marks we are dealin' [Verse 2] Nobody's hit They probably think the hits are comin' from a bunch of Crips But I heard the truce is now bullshit You know why I ain't dead? (Why?) See when you sleep on the floor you can't fall out the bed I play it safe and keep my ear to the street Tonight I walk the beat cause I'm more lethal on my feet I'm lookin' for the chain of command and the sergeant Cause Internal Affair is trying to bring me up on charges The Q&A is statin' I was at the scene at the time plus seen at the crime, that's bullshit Cause I don't slip, I'm good to the last drop Freedom Got An AK, and now freedom got a cop They took a ride to the other side Caught a brother wide open on 2nd and 9 So I pass him the .45 Mag I told him, "Get in this Jag'" And do what he gotta do, just don't flag Cause the Central Intelligence Agency is on my ass like fags But we ain't gonna stop until they wavin' white flags Red and blue rags get raw and get down with the spook that sat by the door [Chorus] [?] me don't know, why MCs check them slow on beat wonder if them are tweakin' Right Them a lyin', them are cunnin', them are plottin', never front cause them marks we are dealin' Right Me hear them chant down Babylon [?] cocaine on my block me stealin' Right Why do they test the rude [?] cause they stress, lah this mess it gon' need me to kill it [Verse 3] Aww shit The verdict is in, I heard it written I was being questioned, about my possession Or the Porsche and the Glock that's responsible For the death of 17 slain cops Wrong nigga, holmes I ain't pull the trigger holmes For all I know your department planted that in my home The only thing that I confessed up to is the homegrown and the chrome Now let a nigga bone out What's the harassment about? I think they know about the big gang bang and the pow pow well I'm out And you better bow down now Cause it's fits to be on We talkin' 'bout hot cop corn First the fire then the punk ass commissioner gotta retire Before the shit hits the drier Well to my surprise they tapped my phone and bugged my hoe cause my girlfriend was wired My whole cover blown Am I dreamin' or are they tryin' to get my black ass like they got Freeman I'm wakin' up as I'm slammed-close- to the- floor