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Punk, give me some time to blow the men down You have the right to remain silent Anything you say can and will be twisted around and used Against you in the court of law, I'll make damn Fuckin' sure of it! You have the right to an attorney If you cannot afford an attorney, which You probably can, we will be provided for you You stupid, freakin', moulanan bastard Blow the men down It's the bad lieutenant, runnin' up in your tenement Plantin' evidence on any black resident New York's largest crew, it's the Men in Blue We stick together like glue and make lies come true My name's Officer O'Maley, I shoot you in the alley And burn you like a cross at a fuckin' clan rally I got spics sellin' nicks in the LES I stay untouchable like my name's Eliot Ness New York's finest, with a bullet-proof vest I confiscate the chronic, I let you keep the stress That is unless you wanna try and test I'm D.T. Undercover, I lock up your mother You're just another brother, you ain't the mafia don Who the fuck's payroll do you think that I'm on? The police department is like a crew It does whatever it wants to do The police department, we're like a crew We do whatever we want to do The police department, it's like a crew It does whatever it wants to do The police department, it's like a crew It does whatever it wants to do You know this ain't Serpico and you ain't Al P I got it locked from Hunter's Point in the Square in AL B From the Bronx to Queens to Brooklyn to Staten We're the most organized criminals in Manhattan When we come, we swarm in full uniform When the blue lights flash stop runnin' your cash It goes back to the days of Al Caponal and Frank Nitty Illegal business controls the city, oh what a pity If your attitudes shitty, fuck my money up kiddin' You'll be doin' this bit, if you spill what I did I'll pull a pill in your lid Don't get you bustin' like a cherry waitin' in the commissary Ah, what's this? Crack? Is that a gun? You stupid moule fuck You're gonna be doin' some real time son The police department is like a crew It does whatever it wants to do The police department, we're like a crew We do whatever we want to do I raid stairways in the PJs just for thrills And pull triggers on niggaz that won't hurt the crills It's brought up to paper, punk that's the caper If we make this connection, I'll give you protection In this year the mayor's up for reelection So rat out all the competition in your section In the next day, there will be a drug sweep around your way So let your crew know, it's time to stay low Keep up in the dough and you get the info On what's goin' down and we can run this town Straight into the ground, while we rise to the top There ain't no such thing as a dirty cop 'Cause I plant what I want on any crime scene I keep my hands clean, you know what I mean The police department is like a crew It does whatever it wants to do The police department, we're like a crew We do whatever we want to do The police department, it's like a crew It does whatever it wants to do The police department, it's like a crew Blow the men down
Writer(s): Paul Huston, Erik Schrody Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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