Pigs (Remix)
Still bringing more bounce to the ounce
Ready to serve you like this, blastin'
Sayin that with my chest, cause we don't fuck with police
And I bet my life, if a pig was hungry dying to eat
I wouldn't give a flying fuck
Still wouldn't get shit from me
300 degrees from the bullet
Have you drop to your knees
Straight from the barrel of my steel
9 millimeter show no mercy
Badges pulled, never deserved
You never was serving for peace
A life for life, blood for blood
For every minority deceased
Since a lil a girl daydreaming 'bout what I would do
Underground, never be found
Yes thats our men in blue
No evidence, back in the 'lac drive off bumpin that screw
Never forget the ladies that protested
Took some courage to do
Zero respect, no remorse
That's how I feel about you
And if I spit that in a verse now wtf you gone do
Sheer tactics that try to make a girl slip
Snap back
Fucking with my raza, get resistance
You want change
You gotta spill blood, it's a given
Spraying hollow tips
So a pig is gettin' filthy
When I'm seeing red, it's like 51/50
Two stepping on a juras grave
Shakin' ass and tiddies
Fuck it, Ima squat over that bitch and get to pissin'
Fuck a scary hoe that be always ass kissin'
Always calling 12 up for every fuckin' reason
But you claim to be thug
How the fuck does that work?
You should know
I always knew your ass was real slow
Only thing it's good for is the dick then you go
Back to the point though
Fuck a P.O. and a C.O
Mothafuck I.C.E.
And that's til the damn grave
Ready to serve you like this, blastin'
Sayin that with my chest, cause we don't fuck with police
And I bet my life, if a pig was hungry dying to eat
I wouldn't give a flying fuck
Still wouldn't get shit from me
300 degrees from the bullet
Have you drop to your knees
Straight from the barrel of my steel
9 millimeter show no mercy
Badges pulled, never deserved
You never was serving for peace
A life for life, blood for blood
For every minority deceased
Since a lil a girl daydreaming 'bout what I would do
Underground, never be found
Yes thats our men in blue
No evidence, back in the 'lac drive off bumpin that screw
Never forget the ladies that protested
Took some courage to do
Zero respect, no remorse
That's how I feel about you
And if I spit that in a verse now wtf you gone do
Sheer tactics that try to make a girl slip
Snap back
Fucking with my raza, get resistance
You want change
You gotta spill blood, it's a given
Spraying hollow tips
So a pig is gettin' filthy
When I'm seeing red, it's like 51/50
Two stepping on a juras grave
Shakin' ass and tiddies
Fuck it, Ima squat over that bitch and get to pissin'
Fuck a scary hoe that be always ass kissin'
Always calling 12 up for every fuckin' reason
But you claim to be thug
How the fuck does that work?
You should know
I always knew your ass was real slow
Only thing it's good for is the dick then you go
Back to the point though
Fuck a P.O. and a C.O
Mothafuck I.C.E.
And that's til the damn grave
Credits
Writer(s): Eva Ruiz
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