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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
Richard Pryor
Richard Pryor
Sampled Artist
Slick Rick
Slick Rick
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kanye West
Kanye West
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Ricky M.L. Walters
Ricky M.L. Walters
Songwriter
Richard Pryor
Richard Pryor
Songwriter
Che Smith
Che Smith
Songwriter
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kanye West
Kanye West
Producer
Zack Djurich
Zack Djurich
Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Engineer
Noah Goldstein
Noah Goldstein
Engineer
Jenna Felsenthal
Jenna Felsenthal
Assistant Recording Engineer
Andrew Dawson
Andrew Dawson
Mixing Engineer

Letras

The cops used to come around in my neighborhood Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along! Oh they'd arrest me, you know, especially at night They had a curfew, niggas had to be home at 11, negros, 12 And you'd be trying to get home, doing your crew runs And they'd always catch you out in front of a store or something 'Cause you'd be taking shortcuts, right Cops, "Ree, put your hands up, black boy!" The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot The cops shot the kid I don't wanna hurt nobody We just came here to party See a few dames, exchange some names I'm a top shotta, kid, stay in your lane The cop shot the kid, same old scene Pour out a little liquor, champagne for pain Slap-boxin' in the street Crack the hydrant in the heat Cop cars on the creep Doin' they round-ups, we just watch for the sweep Yeah, it's hotter than July It's the summer when niggas die It's the summer when niggas ride Together we'll be strong, but forever we divide So y'all are blowin' my high Type of shit that's killin' my vibe White kids are brought in alive Black kids get hit with like five Get scared, you panic, you're goin' down The disadvantages of the brown How in the hell the parents gon' bury their own kids Not the other way around? Reminds me of Emmett Till Let's remind 'em why Kap kneels The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– The cops shot the kid I still hear him scream Stay tuned up and down your timeline This fake news, people is all lyin' Money is bein' made when a mom cries Won't be satisfied 'til we all die Tell me, who do we call to report crime If 9-1-1 doin' the driveby? It's certain things I can't abide by I ain't bein' extreme, this is my side Talkin' big shit, ready to die I know every story got two sides Claimin' he paranoid by the black guy Cop wanna make it home by nighttime Just a good kid, he wasn't that guy Had a little hit, he wasn't that high Cop gon' claim that it was self-defense Say he was ridin' dirty so the case rests The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot (Workin' nine-to-five) The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot– (Tryna stay alive) The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot (Makin' ends meet) The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot (Shot him this week) The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot The cops shot the kid The cops shot the kid, the cops shot The cops shot the kid I still hear him scream
Writer(s): Che Smith, Nasir Jones, Noah D. Goldstein, Kanye Omari West, Andrew Dawson, Ricky M. L. Walters, Richard Pryor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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