[Hook - Pharoahe Monch]

Get yo' hands;

Up against the wall and spread them

Opposition, I can't stand them

Fuck you (Fuck you)

Fuck you (Fuck you)

Un-da-stand;

I'm not fuckin around with you

Try to resist I'll dimiss you

Fuck you (Fuck you)

Fuck you (Fuck you)



[Verse 1]

Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had

Huh, figure but trigger happy nigga with a badge

Parading around Los Angeles

High off coke with a banana clip

Feasting off the weak street avangelists

With a manuscript, and a proffesional ass-whippin

Task force, brass knuckles, a master in ass-kickin

If ya ask for it, I blast for it, your back flippin

No one saw it, I won't stop the clock's tickin

Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight niggas

The world's a merry-go-round of stereotype niggas

He's a spit in the face for pitbull or bite niggas

Matter-a fact, kinda like this cat for a white nigga



[Hook]



[Verse 2]

I got the projects on lock; they trust my logic

Cuz the star cops got it from guns to narcotics

My object is to deprogram, blind your optics

You cannot stop this mission, this topic

Cuz you could write tickets my nigga or get paid

Learn this game of the streets or get slayed

Collect this cheese at the end of this maze

Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days

Need I remind you - how easy it would be,

To take the city by storm, with a whole force behind you

Shottie in the trunk and on my ankle there's a nine too

Cuz psychologically the guns you use, will define you



[Hook]



[Verse 3]

These evil streets don't sleep, be careful of whom you mingle

In a city where it pays to be bilingual

Cho soy greifo, no me