Crooked Cops (feat. Tish Hyman)

Officer, my hands is up Please don't shoot, but I might run Run nigga, run nigga, run nigga I've been black since '91 Piggy piggy, hold your tongue Run nigga, run nigga, run nigga What, you want some open graves? I'll make you catch this fucking fade My tendencies be "fuck the law" But mama said, "just look away" Hands up, keep my weapon on me [?] what's up, homie? Friday night [?] slow day Pull me over, I record it Bar my head and kiss this ass And this bacon did smell off Black and white, you [?] my rights These crooked cops they hate by sight Blackest skin, the blackest name From Africa my father came From mother eath he saw the dirt From broken souls to heal the curse Public enemy? My felony was being black as fuck Eenie meenie miney moe and hang him up and take his lunch Call the homies, call my mama Take his badge and fuck him up Then fuck him up and make him cry And remember where we lived and died No, no, no, no, noo No, no-ooh-aah, no, no Crooked cop, crooked cop Crook-crook-crooked cop Crooked cop, crooked cop Crooked, crooked cop Crooked, crook-crook-crooked cops Crooked cops, crooked Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops I'm tellin' you now Police in their feelings, they scared and they killin' They shootin' us down My hands up, they shootin', they shootin', they shootin' They shootin' us down Why? Please tell me where Public enemy number 1, I was the black man They be usin' their badges As a weapon to [?] shoot at us and back up Tell me why? I, I think I know why Why they wanna shoot me down I think I know 'cause they crooked cops Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops No, no, no, no, noo No, no-ooh-aah, no, no Crooked cop, crooked cop Crook-crook-crooked cop Crooked cop, crooked cop Crooked, crooked cop Crooked, crook-crook-crooked cops Crooked cops, crooked Crooked cops, crook-crook-crooked cops Call me back, no text emoji Pants be saggin', I've been taggin' Officer, my record flawless Rappin' since like '96 when ODB was runnin' shit Grammy nominated, hope there's trophies in my cabinet Hide your kids and hide your wife The reaper creepin' through the night Crawl in, Mr. Officer, my fingerprints gon' testify Tats up on my neck and face From GTA to [?] Fuck is up? I know my rights The sirens [?] flashing light Crooked cops, crooked cops Crook-crook-crooked cops I don't wanna hear this shit no more (I don't wanna hear it no motherfuckin' more You talkin' about motherfuckin' all lives matter) I don't wanna hear this shit no more (I don't wanna hear this Nobody is killin' your brothers, your sisters, your father, your mother - nobody is killin' y'all motherfuckers in the street They killin' us!) I don't wanna hear this shit no more (The fuck is wrong with you?) No, no, no, no, noo No, no-ooh-aah, no, no