Crooked cops

Crooked cops

See how they drop

See how they drop

They pull me over to check my ride

I pull out my nine, and three of em died

I promised to never let one slide

The crooked cops

Bitches



Kill a crooked cop

Mi say mi killin a crooked cop

Mi killin a crooked cop

Now watch em drop

Now watch em drop [x2]



Yeah

'93, peace to the streets

The cops will soon be deceased



I'm havin thoughts of Rodney King, so I gotta click on a crooked cop

Decisions have been made, they ass gotta drop

Get your glock, no warnin shot, if you punks try to block

Hollow points to they hand's joint, they turn into flesh lop

Yeah, them muthafuckas think a psycho is jokin

Crooked cops on the loose, fuck a truce, bust they head open

Check it, in '93 they gotta raise out the hood

Or feel a million .380s blazin like firewood

Once upon a time on the M.L.K.-strip

Five-o started harassin, brought that shit upon Ganksta NIP

That nigga was full of weed. and ready to blast

H.K., 50 rounds, two cops down from the near crash

Rolled up, they tried to make a psycho fold up

But hold up ( *shots* ) the Tec had shit sowed up

Yo, jetted fast after the blast with the mask

66 of em died, trick didn't even have to ask



Now buck em down

Mi say mi killin a crooked cop

Mi killin a crooked cop

Now watch em drop

Now watch em drop



Mi want to kill a crooked cop, cause they beat me down

Real niggas gather up and run they ass out of town

They have no muthafuckin business rollin in our hood

The next time you see a cop, fuck the punk peckerwood

Pop-pop with the glock, the Tec-9 sounds

Keep on fillin up the clip until they fall to the ground

And when he fall to the ground, take two steps back

Then take your knife, chop his head with a axe



Fuck em, they ain't shit, they got nines, we got nines

They have a few good men, we have black, strong hood-long lines

Of gangsta-ass murderers, ex-cons

Three-time-losers, pull out your fire arms

Field niggas hyped up, and ready to win

Clear the streets with the Uzis, break our o.g.'s out the pen

Round em up, now we think on the same level

Let's put our minds together, now let's click on the fuckin devil



Now buck em down

Mi say mi killin a crooked cop

Mi killin a crooked cop

Now watch em drop 

Now watch em drop

Now watch em drop

Now watch em drop

Mi killin a crooked cop

Now watch em drop 

Now watch em drop



S.P.C.



We got to make these cops raise they ass out of South Park

It's getting worser every day by day, so they kill us after dark

But if we get our minds together we can overcome

So every nigga old enough, go out and buy a gun

Muthafucka



Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill

All those crooked cops

Load up your x-can and spray, spray, spray

And we'll make they bitch-ass drop

Muthafucka

They aren't really know if we click that they ass cannot win

[shots] ...with the Tec, and you'll never have to worry about em again



Mi killin a crooked cop

Mi say mi killin a crooked cop

Mi say mi killin a crooked cop

Now watch em drop

Now watch em drop [x2]



Now watch them hoes drop



S.P.C.