I'm sick of you hoes tryin to run mine
 i'm comin with a good line
 Runnin after one time
 I got a grudge against you blue suits
 Black suits  white suits and state troops
 That's the way you made us
 Sent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play us
 Lock us up for the summer
 took the brother's name away and passed us as a number
 Just because you legally pack a gack man
 Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man
 Especially you black cops
 you let your gacks pop
 Because them honkies got you brainwashed
 Now we come to new dealings
 Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peeling
 I'm cuttin shit short
 Ain't no fillin out reports
 Cause you ain't makin it to court
 I'm lettin freedom ring
 From the hole in my glock, for fuckin off Rodney King
 It ain't shit that you can ask us
 And since justice is blind, I'm gone buy the bitch some glasses
 Wake the fuck up chumps
 I'm comin after your ass
 Crooked officer

 Chorus:

 Mr. Officer, crooked officer
 I wanna put your ass in a coffin sir
 Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
 It's time to grab my motherfuckin shit and get it on

 Bushwick:

 Oh Mr. Officer, crooked officer what's happening
 You beat another black man's ass and now you high tapping friend
 Do I have to move to River Oaks
 And bleach my fuckin skin so I can look like these white folks
 Just to get some assistance
 Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent
 cause you wanna harass me yeah
 And if I talk back you wanna bust my black ass G
 Just like Rodney King
 But if you try that shit with me, its gonna be a different scene
 Try to pull me over on a dark road
 But I'll be damned if I don't grab my nine and unload
 Until every blue shirt turns red
 You heard what I said
 I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead
 So you better start pickin out your coffin sir
 Cause I'm comin after your ass

 Chorus:

 Big Mike:

 Momma called me up the pther day i got a warrant
 Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went
 Say I shot a nigga the other night at a party
 Lieing out they ass I was at home drinkin 40s
 Coolin with my niggas playin dominoes in the kitchen
 A big black nigga did the killin and I'm fittin the description
 And you know they think all black niggas look alike
 so now they got the flashlight lookin for Big Mike
 Jackin niggas up tryin to capture me
 Coppers wanna gaffle me
 Tryin to put bullets into the back of me
 Time and time again i told them I didn't do it
 And they knew it
 But they still pursued it
 So them motherfuckers blew
 So now I'm about to grab my shit
 And put them son of a bitches six feet under
 Cause I'm sick of runnin from you motherfuckers
 turnin tables cause i'm able I ain't fallin victim
 Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick them
 Cause I ain't runnin from the p-o-l-i-c-e never
 Motherfuckin t-i-m-e of day
 they'll have to g-u-t a me
 Off the s-e-t
 And my h double o d
 Fuckin around with the B-I-G
 You'll be in a g-r-a-v-e