Protect & Serve

Mr. copper Mr. copper can we speak?
 How many niggas do you beat down in a week?
 And do you get a kick when you beat a
 nigga down with that muthafuckin' stick
 So you can suck a nigga dick
 Rodney King really fucked me up at first
 But at least he didn't go home in no hearse
 A lot of niggas dead, a lot of niggas died
 Cause (pop pop pop) with yo muthafuckin' 9
 But no me pappy, I'll cap that badge
 A ratta-tat-tata-tat-tata-tat-tat uh yea
 So don't even think about tryin' to play me bitch
 I'll gat ya down with my fuckin' .38 ya bitch
 Ya got suga in ya nuts just like them grip niggas
 Ain't shit without that stick and that fuckin' trigga
 And yo I think it is my duty
 To slice some laws thoroughly,
 cause they killed my nigga Rudy and I don't think that's right
 The policemen are your friends
 (but all my niggas say)they're here to protect and serve
 The policemen are your friends
 (and all my niggas say)they're here to protect and serve
 I try to keep my face off the street
 Cause that 99 always wanna swear
 It was me at the scene of the crime,I wasn't there
 Bitch, I was at home with blistered feet
 Soaking my dogs, with my gal smoking a Swisher Sweet
 But before I could put my Nikes back on
 I pulled to the curb by some blue
 and white tryin' to get there jack on
 Even though I had the right inspection
 Tricka they still dick a nigga like an erection
 Lookin for a muthafuckin' criminal, he ain't here
 Pussy muthafuckas', what color you painting fear
 But you can color me bad
 Like them crackas and there choking
 But understand the real when its smoking
 I'm loccin' and smokin', niggas is fightin' fast
 Now your lil trifling ass is doomed
 to feel the boom of my titan of class
 So with my 9 I'll buck up a trick
 And a crooked cop just might get shot
 Just for the fuck of it
 Fuck the fast laws, make ya blow on the trigga squeeze
 I don't want to kill a cop
 I just wanna bust that nigga in his knees
 And watch him squirm and squeal as I buck him there
 Get down on the floor ho you ain't goin' no fuckin' where
 One in yo arms, yo knees, yo shoulda
 I'm laughin like Joker, now turn your punk ass over, bitch
 But this ain't for my brotha
 Its strictly for my niggas whose
 triggas died undercover, no lovas muthafuckas
 Suck a dick, I'mma let you tell it
 Bird state you be diggin' all y'all ass
 And y'all know ya wanna smell it
 Fools, so gon' take a sniff
 And right before ya choke, catch the smoke
 From the chrome and the spliff
 Out, nigga, from the clique that don't stop
 Barkin at a cop with a pocket full of rocks
 So call the {coroner} and tell him what I said
 I know ya got a vest so I'm aiming at your head
 Bloody, red, I'm going to your funeral I'm spraying hoes with lead
 Fuck respect for the mutherfuckin' dead
 Cause I don't give a fuck about a punk ass fed
 I'm splittin' niggas wigs and leavin' pussies on they head
 And I'll be goddamned if I don't hit, {killing him}
 Tell {Moody Harris} they gon' want to come and get 'em
 So ashes to ashes and bless his soul
 Now bend his ass over so I can fuck him with his stick in his asshole