: Police: vos papiers, controle d'identite Formule devenue classique a laquelle tu dois t'habituer. Seulement dans les quartiers Les condes de l'abus
Police: vos papiers, controle d'identite Formule devenue classique a laquelle tu dois t'habituer. Seulement dans les quartiers Les condes de l'abus
lil mo but I grew up watching g's on the set gettin dough I made b's n c's up in to 5th grade it went to d's n f's cuz I didnt want to behave I was the
B.G.] It's on if it's on - I'll ride or die, don't give a fuck Drama: I love it - I'm trigga happy, can't get enough The streets is my home - that's all
for my stacks Chorus: {E. Vicious} I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm born to jack and slang the fuckin' bozack I'm down for my motherfuckin' stacks I'm
roll with my crew I'm tryin' stay over And just stay my ass in school Ain't many choices to choose And this rap game I can't refuse I wanna win don't
sopposed'a, respect a nigga like me I'm gettin' closer and closer to the T-O-P I'm H-O-T, bitches say I'm a D-O-G I'm on surveilance all day be the S-
t tho I'm a stormy night, you a rainbow I'm a G, tight clothes ain't my thang bro Fuck the Police with an HIV carrier No vaseline in the M-16 I'm ridin
don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I fuck the baddest bitches, I don't wan' talk about it Nah I don't wanna talk about it I'm still
try smoke me, I'm gone smoke him When I say I'm all in I mean I'm all in Nigger you blink shell cases just fall in You fucking with the police? Well you
chess Police stompin niggaz by the twenty And shootin by the fifty, ain't a damn thing funny Matter fact, man I'm a do anything for the dough N.Y.'s finest
why they never leave If I ain't eatin' with you, i'm probably beefin' with you If no money ain't involved ain't no need for me speakin' with you I know
t wanna see shots I beef deep with the police peep what these streets do to me Actin all new to me I creep on you like puberty You don't wanna see the
low' Gots to be struggling I see how the rich got theirs Nigga I'm legit, shit Where do we go from here? (Who's afraid, of the punk police? To my niggaz
kill for cars Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T in the mutha fuckin' house Ice T
