"We wanna get it on - cause we don't get along" *

 [Boots]
 Now the FBI monitors with no feedback
 Saw me on the street, ask me where the weed at
 or the coke I don't sell and yet I don't believe that
 Set me up I'm runnin breathin like a Sleestak
 Ran into a car and almost bent my knee back
 It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee stack
 Ducked into a liquor store they ask what you do
 Wearin FUBU it was my man N'Duku
 The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci beaucoup
 If they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew"
 Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicks
 Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit
 Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool Whip
 Face down, gettin dirt on my back to school fit
 My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue lips
 When the fuse lit, you don't see the few flip
 Kick our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit
 Til then, they wanna see us pushin up tu-lips
 Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm sterile
 Got up, brushed the gravel off my apparel
 This girl Cheryl got parole violation
 Said she was high cause of pupil dilation
 If you never got arrested now since infinity
 You get searched livin in this vicinity
 or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the livin daylights
 Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid right
 They target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican
 Mow you down men, or they'll find your next of kin
 Whites sell more cocaine and amphetamines
 but the justice sentence us, more than like to credit dem
 The ruling class shifts dope to you and me
 And don't get arrested, this is lunacy
 or is it pimp low magic in unity
 Is it a war on drugs, or just my community?

 Now who gets paper and who gets perved?
 Who gets slapped and who gets served?
 Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
 I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
 Who gets paper and who gets perved?
 Who gets slapped and who gets served?
 Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
 I think about it in the car and I start to swerve

 I got a commonest plot to get the federales hot
 So many cops around the block ?? Tupac
 You gotta flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox
 Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks?
 Now this is for la gente, keep it calliente
 Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanente
 Not a teacher but a sensei
 These rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid
 I bust the donut up in front of Wenchel's
 Makin police state officials with fat bones
 that's made of gristle test they torque to differential
 Now it's essential, our problems ain't provincial
 'fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils
 Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensils
 That type of struggle motivated my pencil
 It ain't mental it's material
 Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your stereo
 Babies need cereal, folks need currency
 My job got a crowd wavin applications fervently
 Some'll get accepted, most'll get rejected
 Guess they gon' til the new prison get elected
 and that'll solve they unemployment streak
 They'll be makin microchips for two dollars a week
 That's why they packin us in there in droves and fleets
 And Channel Two gon' call it cleanin up the streets

 Now who gets paper and who gets perved?
 Who gets slapped and who gets served?
 Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
 I think about it in the car and I start to swerve
 Who gets paper and who gets perved?
 Who gets slapped and who gets served?
 Now this type of shit get on my last nerve
 I think about it in the car and I start to swerve