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