F*ck the Police

I'ma send this motherf- here to the motherf- crackers
Rot in hell motherf-, plotting on my diamonds
It is your boy le' Boosie Badazz

They killed Venelle when I was 12, turned me against 'em
Sent me to my first funeral now I'm a victim (of the law)
My daddy called 'em pigs, I'll never forget
He went to jail on Highland road, for tryna piss
Kicked my Auntie Trina door, lookin' for my cousin
Looked at me 'cross the street and said boy you ugly
May 11, dat was my first run in with them busters
When stupid roughed me up 'cause I told 'em motherf-

Got old it got worser, my hustle got deadly
Runnin' and duckin' from dat dirty b- Don Kelly
All from school you can catch me with my tool
Smashing in my Magnum from the red white and blue
They ask me for money, try to bribe me and all
They let the dogs eat me up, up out my f- nuts
Don't give a f- n- freedom or jail
I want all you b- to rot in hell

Cities, f- 'em, narcotics, f- 'em
Feds', f- 'em, DA's, f- 'em
We don't need you b- on our street say with me
F- the police (f- 'em) f- the police (f- 'em)
Without that badge you a b- and a half n-
F- the police (f- 'em) f- the police (f- 'em)
Without that badge you a b- and a half n-
F- the police (f- 'em) f- the police (f- 'em)

Come search this b- 'cause I don't do weight
'Cause I'm too straight and y'all lil b- a lil too late
Cuffed me up in front of my kids; I looked 'em all in they faces
Walked me out like I'm a killa, scared the f- out my neighbors
Sat me down put a pen and paper on the table and told me
Give us some names and you can leave this b-
I can't believe this sh-, what in the hell
If that's the only way out then n- show me my cell

Look tell n- stop, I'll sit here 'til I rot
For all that, I coulda been a b- a- cop
Yea Boo I got got, they hit me for a few though
But you dirty b- I'm ballin' I ain't miss it at all
Soon as I got back to the house I went and opened a pound
And counted out seven hundred so much sh- ain't get found
And I know the police listening I'm telling you now
You can never hold a trill n- down, n-, f- ya

Cities, f- 'em, narcotics, f- 'em
Feds', f- 'em, DA's, f- 'em
We don't need you b- on our street say with me
F- the police (f- 'em) f- the police (f- 'em)
Without that badge you a b- and a half n-
F- the police (f- 'em) f- the police (f- 'em)
Without that badge you a b- and a half n-
F- the police (f- 'em) f- the police (f- 'em)

This sh- a neva stop, let's keep it real York
We need to be like Cali n-, and kill cops
Plus stupid you stupid, I hope you rot in hell
You lost B, you jost Trell and want T and L
Wonder why I look at yo a- under eye
I get a billion I'm a hit you bitches from the sky
You gone be dead just like Ivy, a tear drop
FEDS cities I want all of you b- killed now

Yea we used to run dat dope, ya already know
Served them birds from 17th to Platcha Court
Took my Beamer I'll never forget
Not enough money in the bank and they can take yo sh-
Dey went in Webbie house tha otha day (dirty mothafuckas)
Took a hundred thousand dollars away, ain't turn it in
Dey sin, dey don't protect sh-
Sincerely yours Mr. Bad Azz, suck my d- and die quick b-

Cities, f- 'em, narcotics, f- 'em
Feds', f- 'em, DA's, f- 'em
We don't need you b- on our street say with me
F- the police (f- 'em) f- the police (f- 'em)
Without that badge you a b- and a half n-
F- the police (f- 'em) f- the police (f- 'em)
Without that badge you a b- and a half n-
F- the police (f- 'em) f- the police (f- 'em)



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Writer(s): Gavin Omar Luckett, Brandon Pitre, Torrence Hatch
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