Ram Part Division

Lyrics

[Intro: Distorted walkie-talkie messages] [Hook] I'm the police, I'm the police I- I'm the police, I'm the police [Verse 1] I love my fuckin' job, and I don't want to stop Ever since I was a child, I wanted to be a cop You know, protect and serve, a couple traffic stops I make a bust, and take a lil' something off the top A thin blue line, we run these streets You bang on them, but you never bang on me I cell search, steppin' on pillows and sheets I'm the police, treat a nigga just like fresh meat I got a short wick, on some New York shit Take you to the precinct and fuck you with a broomstick I patrol your hood, put you on my hood Leave you in the wrong hood, got it understood? PC, 6-4-7-b, that's a prostitute, plus she kind of cute She don't want to go to jail, bitch, I tell you what Get on your muthafuckin' knees, suck my partner up Hahaha! [Hook] I'm, I-I'm, I'm the police I-I, I'm-I'm, I'm, I-, I'm the police [Verse 2] You know a couple of motherfuckers was givin' us grief Pull a couple of strings, dodge the media beef Ever since them niggas in black said "Fuck the police" I been grindin' on the back of my teeth, loadin' my piece Waitin' for some, get back, like it or not We investigated the shots that killed Biggie and Pac Ever wonder why nobody ever figured it out? 'Cause we the ones that's got to figure it out! Hahahaha... I shout "Freeze!" at the top of my lungs I'm the cream of the crop You don't stop, you get popped by my warning shots And if you try to come back with a civil suit I sit back and watch my system take a shit on you [Interlude] Order in the court, order in the court Ayy, that motherfucker shot me! Case dismissed! Hahahahahahaha!! [Hook] Police I-I-I'm, I'm, I'm, I-, I'm the police [Interlude: Distorted walkie-talkie messages] [Verse 3] You see this fuckin' badge, you see these fuckin' lights I'm in your neighbourhood rollin' on you every night You faggots run and duck, look at you, scared as fuck You see me comin' in your mirror, nigga, straighten up Turn that hat around, I'm here to take you down Hey partner, look at all these weapons and this coke I found! I'm gon' let you slide, show you who you can trust And if you wanna keep sellin', nigga, you sell for us Make you a 1030, I'll get your hands dirty Murder for hire, professional liar I pray to make police chief and then retire I remember when you set your own hood on fire I reinforce the freeways, to bring the tanks So next time y'all trip, fuck bloods and crips 'Cause we the biggest gang in L.A Ramp Part, fuck with us, get blown away [Hook] I'm-I'm, I'm, I-I'm, I'm, I'm-I'm, I'm the police I'm-I'm, I'm, I-I'm, I'm, I'm I-I-I, I'm the police I'm-I'm, I'm, I-I'm, I'm, I'm-I'm, I'm the police