HOOK

When the Street Lights come on...

And the Darkness sets in...

Watch yo back...

Cuz we might catch you...

Cuz we know yo naame...

Yo crew and your ways...

What you you say...

When the street lights come on...

VERSE 1

In Uniforms Blue they storm thru...

With Lightening Speed

The Sirens Scream

Inside the Streets...

Heads Turn, Wheels Burn

In pursuit of a Thief...

Another Bite out of crime

More food to the Beast

Similar to what a carnivore do to the Beef...

Keep the Belly all Swelly

‘tell he true to the feast...

Sprinkle salt in the game

Take it bitter or sweet...

They the reason why you Niggas ain't feeling the Heat...

Block Hot...

You might see’m walking the Beat...

Pop Pop...

They chalk bodies under the sheet...

Lock up the precinct

That’s what we all think, but

The Judge don’t throw away keys, or toss sinks...

They ain't cleaning the streets

They makin’em stink...

Hands dirty in the Pig Pen

Shit where they eat...

No Justice or Peace

With corrupt Police...

Crime Pays...

You just won’t get a reciept...

VERSE 2

Now this ‘what we about to do...

Take you on another mission with the Boys in Blue...

There’s a few out there that serve and protect

But the Pigs on the other hand get no respect, like...

“Here they come in the Police Car”

Abuse the P to the O to the W-E-R

Pull over them runners that make Drug connects

Won’t put’em under arrest

They come to Collect...”Cha-Ching”

Crimes Progress

It’s all about Green

They can roll up on the Scene

But they not here to help

She got pulled over for not wearing a Belt

But the Ticket ain't written if she not wearing a Belt, get it?

So watch what you say kid

Undercovers tape it

That’s what you call a “Pig in a Blanket”...

No matter what the Rank is

Gettin that Bank

Do our tax Money pay dat shit?

Yep...

VERSE 3

Okay...

Let’s explore...

Pigs never sweat through pores...

So what they wanna sweat you for?

Why the Black, Brown youth feel less secure?

Pat’em down!

Hands up!

Feet spread the floor!

Poverty leads to crime

They arrest the poor

Some people can't afford a lawyer

When they step in court

So when the suspect is caught

You can rest assure

They use no less of course

Than excessive force

And it’s next to Norm...

Get beat like you stole

Leave ya cheeks all swole’

Like Gilespies horn

What if camera’s in L.A. never pressed record?

Do you think Rodney King would be dressed in court?

In a law”suit”?

Bless the Lord...

It ain't like we ain't never seen’em outta line, step before

Black boot with the Heel out...

Spill out-

Coffee when they peel out...

Then fill out...

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