Ghostown

Ghostown - Fuck The Pigs lyrics

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[J Formz:] Pick up your fucking phone son

[Cig:] Son, it's this fucking biddie, she doesn't leave me the fuck alone...yo

wuts poppin? wuts goin on? we chillin' on Freedom...

[J Formz:] Son where's your fucking weed at?

[Cig:] You know where the fuck the weed is, it's in the glove compartment

[J Formz:] Well son what the fuck you got it in the glove compartment for son

I got 50 pills on me I'm not tryin to get arrested, put it in the trunk

[Cig:] Hold on 1 sec

[sirens sound]

(cop knocks on window)

[J Formz:] Shit

[Cop:] License and registration...

[Cig:] I got my license but I don't got my registration...

[Cop:] Where's your registration?

[Cig:] I left it at home

[Cop:] Is it in your glove box?

[Cig:] No

[Cop:] Check your glove box now

[Cig:] No, why do I have to check my glove box, I told you it's at home...

[Cops:] Alright, everyone step the fuck out of the vehicle

[J Formz:] Man, they know how the rest goes...2 fuckin' times man you feel me?

Fuck I'm supposed to do out here man? Fuck these pigs



[J Formz:]

As far as I could see, here's how the game goes

Somebody gotta move dimes, somebody gotta move O's

Somebody gotta flip Q's, somebody gotta sell P's

So the person at the top might as well be me

I took my own advice, and I stacked my weight

And I was strictly in it for the paper chase

Then the pigs plot on me cause they want me locked

And that's when I laid down Cameras On the Block

It's too bad for them, that was all a big plot

Cause I lied at the end, so nope, I never stopped

Got into a fight with pops and knocked him out

So since last summer I been out my house

No home and no job, and no, it's not a lie

So for me, hustlin's the only way to survive

I moved on to bigger things to afford my own place

And what else is new, that shit blew up in my face

I stayed with Cig, and I was hittin' him off

With the best shit around, then we both got caught

Now they up in his face, "Who'd you get this from?"

And the whole time, I'm sittin' next to son

And all I'm thinkin' is keep ya mouth shut

And he did, so when we got out, I sparked him up

Chillin' in the cell, thinkin' shit's gon' go down

So I took my shirt off and started screamin "Ghostown!"

That's when I knew we had more then a buzz

Cause dude we was locked up with knew who we was

Got my arms through the bars and I'm screamin' at the guards

Somebody's gettin' raped 2 cells down from ours

They don't give a fuck, they probably laughin' it up

So I shook Cig and told his ass to get up

He said "I'm ready, let's do it", I said "No Doubt"

Now somebody spark a dutch because Formzy's out



[Cig:]

As I'm in cuffs, all I could think was "Why me?"

Look at Chef's biddy and whisper "I'm Sorry"

Charlie said he's got some cops in his family

But they stopped him mid sentence to a stunned FD

And honestly dog, what pissed me off the most

Was them tossin' my shit around, knowin' they gon' smoke

Knowin they gon' joke, makin' my cuffs tighter

I'm supposed to be the star, son who shines brighter

Pig said "Look at his chain, he must be a rapper"

Asked me "Did you get your weed from this fuckin' cracker?"

No you fuckin' idiot, what you think I'm a jerk?

Cock sucker, can't you see my fuckin' "Stop Snitchin'" shirt?

Works what I do, and why I'm in this cell?

While this crack head lady's screamin' "It's cold as hell!"

Pig tossed me in the bathroom, and told me to strip

It's an awkward moment when a man is starin' at your dick

Fuck cops, I'mma be on the block again

And if I can't sell trees, I'mma sell oxygen

I'm a hustler, one that's bad for the feens health

In S.I., we burn trees, so fuck the greenbelt

Scream help? nah, you must've got me confused



Cause pops told me bout cops bullpen con views

So I guess I'm just fillin' in his gone shoes

Like father, like son, and I'm sorry it's not news

To my brother, Mike, you don't deserve this

To my mother, mom, you don't deserve this

Cause Chris never wanted to see that face in court

And never wanted to witness the way his father fought

And never wanted to rely on his weed to be bought

And never wanted to be the man of the house, that was brought

Upon him with responsibilities to be taught

And no, I ain't sorry, I'm just sorry I got caught
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