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Here's another dedication
To all you crooked-ass badges out there
I want you to ask yourself
Do you really wanna fuck with me?
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?
It's a sweep, motherfucker, packin' heats on the streets
I never gave a fuck about the crooked-ass police
You fake badge wearing cowards wanna fuck with me
'Stead of yellin' your peace, a nigga still ain't free
Who's to blame for my fuckin' broken family?
Uncle Sam never did a damn thing for me
But turned my father to a motherfuckin' dope fiend
And it's plain to see, this government done got plans for me
It's a penitentiary, preacher can't you foresee?
Another felony, I'd rather die with my Glock in my hand
Than let these bastard-ass judges lock me up again
I know I'm livin' in sin, but this all I was given
In this world of greed, I take a hit of the weed
To all my niggas, won't you breathe with me?
Keep your eyes open, nigga, don't fall asleep
It's a clean sweep 'cause these cops got beef
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?
It's a clean sweep, motherfuckers, don't get caught up in this game
These fuckin' laws premeditate with their pistols on aim
I've been cursed, but what if it's worse, so I'm cockin' back my Uzi
Fuck it, I'd rather bust before I let these bitches do me
A clean sweep, fuck it, y'all ain't gettin' Blacks up off the streets
Talkin' 'bout stop the violence, but y'all steady pushin' heat
Our government is goin' sour, everybody wants the power
So watch your back, my nigga, they downin' y'all every hour, nigga
Let it be known, Tuesdays and Thursdays is clean sweep
You gotta be careful not to get caught on these city streets
The F-E-D's, the N-O-P-D
Wanna lock every hustler up and throw away the keys
It's hard to stop hustlin' when you know you doin' bad
You wanna hop in that fast lane and speed to some cash
A few of my homies put in a cell for life
If only a second chance so they could think twice
A nigga can't even what? Shoot dice for fun
Here comes the police, now a nigga gotta run
Sometimes I feel I'm trapped in a white world
It's hard for a Black person to make it above the scales
Government taxin', the police is hatin'
Everywhere that a nigga go, I feel I'm with Satan
Maybe it's time for me to get off this city street
Before the law enforcement pull off a clean sweep
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?
It's a clean sweep for niggas like me that's totin' heat
I play the game for keeps 'til I'm buried six feet
Crooked police, they usin' up my name in vain
Hate to see a nigga ballin' worldwide in this rap game
Who to blame for the niggas disappeared, doin' twenty years?
Mr. President, open up your eyes and ears
To the shit that's goin' on in my community
There's never unity until my niggas are free
In the penitentiary, full of motherfuckers like me
That was swept off their feet in this white man's society
Pushin' dope's the only way to survive
Government put the shit there so we can live and die
Kill the pie, 'cause otherwise niggas stay high
Runnin' the streets, these motherfuckers fuckin' with me
Why must it be they never wanna put me in a clean sweep?
They wanna put me in a clean sweep
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?
It's a sweep to all my niggas packin' heats on the streets
Hard times got these cops with beef, remember me?



Авторы: Poole Raymond Emile, M. Johnson, E. Bell, L. Johnson, R. Johnson Copyright: Payday Empire Music, Raymond Emile Poole, Ultra Empire Music (bmi), Ultra Empire Music



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