Flagrant Cops

Hey yo the same old
GYo thats my shit
Switch cds threw on
Nas shitYo in the whip yo the windows clogged up
Shorty givin me head mouth clogged up
Flusher Meadow we call it 'Lovers Lane'
Every nigga probably here probably doin the same>
From the front seat back seat
Stashed in the glove compartment
Where we keep the heat
Shorty try to kiss me
Im like 'I dont kissdont take it personal yo some ass thisbut its all good you could still suck my shit'
She star-struck bitch just wantin to fuck
Askin me repeatedly to say 'What what'
She sucked my dick till
I cant even bust
She sucked my shit
I had no more nuts
Heyyo its time to break before it get too late
Had my wife out while
I think Im on a date
But I rolled the philly and
I counted my bread
She said 'One more time' and she grabbed my head
Im like 'Wow she spittin on it gettin on it'
Actin like she never had it like she really wanted
I heard a knock on the window said 'Dont move'
Yo Im nearly stuck shorty jumped right up
Heard a nigga say 'Dont move and give it up'
At this point
Im shook turn around and
I lookBANG
BANG Yeah nigga just shot his ass
Broken window plus
I got blood on my glass
Get the car door open gat in my hand
Still soapin lookin for who was approachin
Blue suit damn
I couldnt see through the tints
Ah fuck it
Ill say that it was self defense
But the bitch started yellin raisin hell-in
I probably gotta body or two to see tellin
But then yo a nigga just shot a cop
Pigs blood on my clothes pigs blood on my glock
But they just shot a black man
Fourty one times
He had no gat
I got murder rhymes
Whatchoo think they wouldve did if they see mine
The chick out of control wildin screamin and yellin
I told her to chill before we get a felon
My hand over her mouth
I told her cut it out
Gat to the stomach
I took the highway hit a hundred
Scared to death wishin
I leftThe heat in the crib but
I didnt it was all red
The bitch sayin she sick stop bullshittin
I gotta cat crib in
JamaicaMy little cousin he aint gon say nuttin'Son its hectic right just hold me down aight?'
Im on Wanted
Most America
All of my phones is tapped now
GodYo even my cellular
Me and Martymore shout for sure
Now we gang bangin yo arc the sore
I gotta letter from the government the other day
Yo I opened it up and yo
I peep what it say
It said 'You cant get away ya hear? -The KKK'
My niggas is sayin
Im hot makin em hot
Im all over the news for hittin the cop
But Im still poppin partyin with
John Chalkin
He said 'Before we talk we need a meal'
I need to get myself up and he can make a deal
I said 'Fuck no I dont give a fuck thoughyo the cop asked for it plus a nigga got dough'
The same bitch that
I was with
Im still wit
Heyyo I felt her neck and
I felt her tits
Heyyo the bitch wired then
I heard a gat fired
Remembered real quick feeling real sick
I fell to the floor hancuffed the bitch got me'I was tangled in this all along Popy'
Police got one and my
Moms got the other copy
I got bagged up for a bad suck
I guess its over now nigga got bad luck
Yo to the mutha fuckin police uptown that shot that man
I hope one of yall got to fuckin
AtticaThe other one go to
ConstalkThe other one go to
ClintonAnd the other one go to
Sing-SingAnd yall all wear wigs and lipstick and get fucked in yall fuckin assholes
Fuck the fuckin
NYPD