Unlv - Local 580 'fuck Tha Police' lyrics

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Fuck tha police, they took so long to come

So nigga's grab yo gun, fuck the police

So where they at where they at

So nigga's bring yo gat

I'm runnin' from the police they after me

I ain't goin' down try'na fix me with a case

Try'na strap me in that underground

Runnin' and shakin' it I'm movin' like the runnin' man

Tec's in my chest and Amide in my fuckin' hand

B.G. on a run peepin' out a fuckin' alias

Busters got me covered there's some gangsters out that tenth

I caught two-o seven two fourteen and two await

I'm gettin' blunted out with them niggas in the fuckin' gate

I got on my all black steady walkin' up Inferred

Under my black there's a fuckin' tec

Bitches talkin' shit runnin' off at the mouth

Some hoe just snitched on my honeycoon hideout

Now I got to travel long police still rollin' free

Criminal at fourteen I'm thinkin' what the fuck to do

Boo-koo on the ramps I don't care if I die

When I was setup say good-bye to the good guys

I think it's time for war they increased violence fuck the peace

Comin' out the alley with my gear bustin' at the police

I'm try'na hit 'em I'm try'na leave they brains on the floor

They try'na play me like a hoe from the Local 5-8-0

But ain't no days like that where I'm from

If they want some bests believe them bitches got's to come get some

A nigga gettin' busy in the computer my name is lifted

Fuck them blue terr wears and the fuckin' second mission

On my dick try'na take me down underground

Try'na blame me, try'na frame me they try'na get me

They won't quit they just won't quick

They try'na stick me with some shit that I didn't commit

Fuck tha police

Ain't this a bitch they try'na make a nigga jump up

Shoulder slug blast and kill a fuckin' cop up

Bout to hop in some hot shit that Ticker Ticker!

Catch me, catch my black ass, but they wanna try to strap my ass

The surveillance, from the he say she say shit

Fuck what'cha said cuz ya wind up a dead bitch

He pulled out the Luger cuz he crooked and wanna do me

But let's see a real player, keep up on what they doin' to me

Pushin' the chronic, that shit to make yo pocket's fat and

If you right plan to use yo gat, then we plan to run mud on them

Lil' piggy's, that mean I'm comin' out dead or alive comin' get me

Bitch don't tell me shit, ya need to wear yo fuckin' vest

If I get a seeker I'm a knock yo badge of yo chest

Fuck the task, the F.B.I. and yes I'ma do yo sheriff

I'm called the courier that's the one to blow ya

Time to get a nickel for the shit that I did

Motherfucker drop it, Ya see Ivan think you can fuck with me

Now why the fuck the police is on my block

Try'na sit me down, sayin' ya fuckin' sellin' rock's

But I know the pussy ass bitches put it one me

Cuz they couldn't find my stash cuz nobody knows

I keep my rock's in my pussy hole

Cuz I'm a bitch so ya can't touch uh I miss and never muffer

Touch in the wrong way and I stab ya in yo gut

Like stuckin' to fuckin' I take my nine and I pluck 'em

Snipin' ass nigga, like to get over

One will and have my weight over my shoulder

Stupid ass bitches always puttin' a nigga down

That's why I never let them motherfuckers around

So check it, when we need 'em

They take so long to come uhh and

The damage is done uhh, so when we need 'em they

Take so long to come, cuz they diggy doggy dumb man fuck the police

Project life, with the rat and the roaches

Tell me if ya ready when the danger approaches

Crack fiend's triple beam, like it's on the scale

Close yo eyes, forever may you rest in hell

Gettin' out the ghetto is only a dream in most cases

Never had nothin' but momma always gave us love

Lost queen, from pain from a youngster

Shot six times in the back by the dumpster

Be cautious when ya step, but don't step to light

Cuz the Tec is in the ghetto in the projects at night

Some gangsta ass nigga's slangin' crack on the corner

All blacked up with the gangsta ptonma

Try'na make a livin', try'na have him lil' some some

Them white folk's as cop don't want to see me as nothin'

But a nigga got soul, with a mouth full of gold and

I don't give a fuck bout none of you hoes

Brangin' terror with no error to the mother fuckin' Po-Pos

You know that nigga the jiggy jiggy Jack-o

That's comin' to the top with no motherfuckin' peace

Nigga peep game mother fuck tha police

Zero, zero, nine one one

Bitch ass trick ass, cop's have yet to come

Cuz uhh, deuce revolvers is my problem solvers

Shit shake yo ass now ya up like yo father

I got's to get away, I got's to get an disguise

The rat's his on my ass time to get the fuck out of dodge

Cuz I'm to known for sellin' stone's on my fuckin' block

These nigga's got these ki's I get these fuckin' flipper rock's

Duckin' and dodgin' and steady mobbin' but the law keep's callin'

Cuz they hear a nigga ballin' nigga I roll's quicker out the cut

The quicker to break 'em up, cuz a nigga straight money struck

Bailin' from the North cuz that's my thang

The motherfuckin' corn meal is the shit I slang

Been did it and done it fuck that nigga done stunt'ed

I'm runnin' and gunnin' show them nigga's ain't nothin' funny

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