[E-Roc] Yeah wassup man
 [B] It's that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospital
 Hey pull over, come on
 [E] Coup let's with this hamhock motherfucker, there we go
 [B] Hey pig, yeah, remember me?
 Verse One: Boots
 I know you motherfucker, know where you live
 You're the cop that knocked in my partner Greg Wiggins' ribs
 And it wasn't in a trip cause he's not a dealer or a pimp
 But now he walks with a permanent limp
 And pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked
 Walcy Hawkins and her son's up in double-rock
 And it don't stop to the funky beat
 Till my people get together and kick you pigs off the street
 I grit my teeth why can't I be like Rodney with a camcorder?
 Seems we need one every time you get a court order
 Or pull me over in order to check identification
 I'm in the back of your car with a bruise or laceration
 You're in the hood and it's one more disaster
 We know you're here to protect and serve the master
 Next time you roll through push the gas a little faster
 I'll turn your blue suit purple, bastard
 Cause
 Chorus x2
 I know you motherfucker
 (Everywhere I turn)
 I know you motherfucker
 (Everywhere I turn)
 I know you motherfucker
 (Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position)
 Verse Two: E-Roc
 I know you motherfucker, footprints in my door
 On my back, on my head, through my house and once more
 You called my mother a hoe, you threw my brother in a headlock
 You did this to about six thousands on the block
 Say you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspire
 Hmm...but you work with a supplier
 So I inquire what's your role in my elimination?
 Ain't got a choir so it sure ain't one of salvation
 But if I sung you a song it'd be of damnation
 Cause all they do is let me sing in this damn nation
 Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, how many kids have you killed today?
 Pig, now I realize our relation
 Your occupation is to keep me in occupation
 How many brothers have you left in a cast?
 How many graves have you made in the past?
 Useless! Not my task to even ask
 But you'd better cease before I put a cap in your ass
 Cause I know you
 Chorus x2
 (Now let me tell ya'll this little little story
 This little piggy once came to Oaktown
 See, cause this little piggy had a gun
 This little piggy's gun was smoking
 Cause this little piggy shot my son
 This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell!
 Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha ha
 Verse Three: Boots
 I know you motherfucker, my face prints in your knuckles
 Hit my head back to the rear and I can hear my knees buckle
 And you chuckle...as the blow blurred my vision
 You make a game trying to tame me for colonialism
 The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison
 No chains or fences here so you can make me think I've risen
 I'm given rations on the first and fifteenth
 Just so I won't be out organizing in the street
 And so I'm beaten in the court with charges trumped, see
 My eyes is swollen and my nose looks like Humpty's
 But I'm not laughing cause I'll take a bath in this one
 The judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hung
 I never swung, I got the dung kicked out my ass
 Like O.P.D. was using me for Beat The Nigger class
 (Step one, put the handcuffs on
 Step two, say something like "Nigger you'll never learn"
 Step three, throw 'em on the ground
 Step four, kick 'em of course)
 But there's an error in your reign of terror and the end is near
 We ain't non-violent no more so get your riot gear
 Stand in fear and guard your rear as we gather round
 And fuck you up so much, they'll have to fuck you down


 Assuming the position that you'll have to wear a bullet-proof vest
 On your vest, I suggest you change your address
 Cause we know you
 (x2)
 We know you motherfucker
 (Everywhere I turn)
 We know you motherfucker
 (Everywhere I turn)
 We know you motherfucker
 (Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position