Lyrics Fuck tha Police - Hud

Damn what's the problem officer?
I ain't be got no weapon
Pointing his gun in my face and shit, said he smelled the fame
Trace of chronic, you ain't gon' find nothin' but remnants

No need to even run this
Got my license, registration, insurance, I'm legit, let me dip
He said, "You have the right to remain silent"
Pulled his mace from his hip
Sprayed me thrice with that shit

"Get out of the car now, motherfucker
Get on the ground or die, you fuckin' cocksucker"
Let 'em throw, requesting back-up
"Boy keep your hands up or I'll blow you away
Don't you fuckin' make me nervous"

I said, "Chill motherfucker, I told you I ain't got shit
Check the car motherfucker"
He said, "Shut up you bastard," hit me again with the mace quick
I'm tired of this shit
'Bout to go poaching on this trip, pray my mind don't slip

Hank where you at?
Come on over
Yeah, you know what I'm at

Right now I'll take you, take you out
(Take 'em, take 'em) do your ass smash and I'm out
(Break 'em, break 'em) this type of shit I think about
(Take 'em, take 'em) every time your ass pull me out
(Break 'em, break 'em)

Back-up arrives on the scene though he's a redneck for sure
"What we got here Jim?"
"Blackie and a Lexus Ford, oh"
"Is that right?" (Yeah)

"Boy, who the hell do you think you are?
Riding around here in this fancy car like a gold-earned superstar"
"You play basketball. boy?" (Check it here one time for me)
"You know MBA stands for nothing but Africa's not OJJ, man"

His partner started laughing: "Hank, you're a mess"
But the real mess is these faggots hiding behind badges
You bitches, snatching piece of glass while the trix ain't lookin'
Hank said, "Beat him up, let's search him, got any weapons on your person?"
I said, "Hell no motherfucker, I told you I ain't got shit"
The mace burns but I want to admit my rage is post-dramatic, nigga
Or some other shit, most definite

Right now I'll take you, take you out
(Take 'em, take 'em) do your ass smash and I'm out
(Break 'em, break 'em) this type of shit I think about
(Take 'em, take 'em) every time your ass pull me out
(Break 'em, break 'em)

Scarface said I never seen a man cry 'til I seen a man die
Said a prayer for my soul and my children's life
Asked my mother to tell God that I tried to live right
Right ain't always right in this life
Position the glass like a knife up my ass to the light
Here comes the pinch (strike)

But his apple's so nice
Cast him from the Garden of Eden for life
Caught Hank with a quick right
Hit the fence like, "Oh shit," when I heard the gun click
Hank was spraying like a bitch, all frantic and shit
Panic and shit, that nigga heard steady action
Stattin' like all of our Simpson with a similar ending
And I gotta get away

I gotta get away
I gotta get away
I gotta get away
I gotta get away

I gotta get away (take 'em, take 'em)
I gotta get away (break 'em, break 'em)
I gotta get away (take 'em, take 'em, motherfucker)
I gotta get away (break 'em, break 'em, motherfucker)
I gotta get away (take 'em, take 'em)