T-R-U ya heard me 

Your daddy dollars y'all huh 

C-Murda, Trick Daddy, No Limit, Slip 'N Slide 

Whatever, uh huh, watch em. 



[C-Murder] 

Watch the police when I'm rolling through the projects 

My pants sag so I'm labeled as a suspect 

Who be the boys in blue, the authority 

To arrest me cause I live in a minority 

Check yo self player, cause I ain't the one 

You look plain, and kinda lame without your badge and a gun 

You been harassing me, since I was a teenager 

But now I got a rolly with a Benz and a pager 

They pull me over and searching my car 

So you looking for the product, but could it be narcotic 

But just because I'm from The CP3 

I gotta watch the police because they scared of me 



[Chorus] 

Watch the police, coming straight from the underground 

Watch the police, Murder got it bad cause I'm brown 

Watch the police, if you a teenager (Watch, watch) 

Watch the police, nigga, better goal, and a pager 



[Trick Daddy] 

I'ma teach they motherfucker ass bout playing with me 

I'ma take they ass on one 

Thug Life, for them niggas in the County Jail, State Pens, and Feds Nigga 

I'm tired of the motherfucking popo 

That keep sweating a nigga sitting all in the dope hole 

Flashing the light in the dark, and for what? 

Is it cause the trumpet make so much thought 

See I'm the Dirty Dollar, and ho they call me Mr. Styles 

You could lock me up, but I'll make Beau regardless 

You wanna know have I ever been arrested? 

Mr. Mean the felony of domestic 

So I confessed it, damn right you guessed it 

Did time for working, but I ain't seen the Brick City 

I don't fuck with niggas who I don't know 

I'm getting money, getting blunted 

Nigga now watch the popo 



[Chorus] 



Watch the police 

In my hood, they'll pull you over 

And put dope on you and bring you to jail 

Make it 24 year 

They catch you with 70 K, they gone keep you 

C you, tell em what's hell 



[C-Murder] 

I'm tired of the jacking and harassing 

Every time I see a badge it make me wanna blast 

I'm C with the criminal behavior 

I'm a gangsta with paper, and plus I got flavor 

My identity by itself causes violence 

I catch them without they badge and gun 

And then they silent (Shh) [Get out of the car] 

It don't matter if you smaller or bigger [You're under arrest] 

When a sucka in a uniform run up on a treat nigga 

Shining that light in my face and for what? 

Maybe it's because I kick so much butt 

And I can't be touched 

That's why I laugh when I get away (Car peeling out) 

But to my homie, this is what I say 



[Chorus] 



Around my neighborhood 

They just be hacking you up for no reason 

Just asking y'all all kind of questions 

Putting the light all in your face 

Man, what's wrong with them 

Man, that's why we gotta watch em 



[Chorus] 



You're gonna die (3X)