GUILTY SIMPSON - Pigs lyrics

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Intro:

Pig! (FREEZE!)

Uh.

Verse 1:

Yo, look at your room it's a mess, (It's a mess)

And you tell me that I can't wear a vest. (Huh?)

Why, you got one,

Beatin' brothas in the chest with a shotgun.

In my pocket askin where I got my knot from,

I got a job, like everyone with black faces gotta rob. (Right)

Heard you want my ID, it's not a prob,

But what's two and three cars for, I'm not the mob. (Uh-uh)

I'm just a young rap artist,

Do the shit you probably refer to as "that garbage". (Uh-uh)

Which probably makes me a black target, (Right)

That's why I don't love you, whole or half-hearted. (Never)

A lot of police should feel like a thug,

When I see the boys in blue, I feel like a blood.

But I ain't gang related, (No)

Snitch with pork when you change the statement.

Chorus:

Middle finger to the blue and white,

That wanna get behind your car and flash the light.

Like FREEZE!

Put your hands on the wall.

They want us behind bars for life,

And won't grant your rights to call your wife.

Like FREEZE! (Pig)

Nope, my word is law.

Verse 2:

Mr. Officer, please don't shoot. (Please don't shoot)

Show a little love to the young black youth. (Young black youth)

You plant drugs on us, stamp "thugs" on us, (Uh-uh)

Put us in cuffs, shipped on a bus (Uh-uh)

To a cell that's equivalent to hell on earth, (Yep)

So the rats don't care who they tell on first!

The greek don't care if you innocent,

Put a lighter in the air if you feelin' it. (If you feelin' it)

Chorus:

Middle finger to the blue and white,

That wanna get behind the car and flash the light.

Like FREEZE!

Put your hands on the wall.

They want us behind bars for life,

And won't grant your rights to call your wife.

Like FREEZE!

NO, my word is law.<br />

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Thanks to Bakari Kamau