T-R-U ya heard me

Your daddy dollars y'all huh

C-Murda, Trick Daddy, No Limit, Slip 'N Slide

Whatever, uh huh, watch em.



[C-Murder]

Watch the police when I'm rolling through the projects

My pants sag so I'm labeled as a suspect

Who be the boys in blue, the authority

To arrest me cause I live in a minority

Check yo self player, cause I ain't the one

You look plain, and kinda lame without your badge and a gun

You been harassing me, since I was a teenager

But now I got a rolly with a Benz and a pager

They pull me over and searching my car

So you looking for the product, but could it be narcotic

But just because I'm from The CP3

I gotta watch the police because they scared of me



[Chorus]

Watch the police, coming straight from the underground

Watch the police, Murder got it bad cause I'm brown

Watch the police, if you a teenager (Watch, watch)

Watch the police, nigga, better goal, and a pager



[Trick Daddy]

I'ma teach they motherfucker ass bout playing with me

I'ma take they ass on one

Thug Life, for them niggas in the County Jail, State Pens, and Feds Nigga

I'm tired of the motherfucking popo

That keep sweating a nigga sitting all in the dope hole

Flashing the light in the dark, and for what?

Is it cause the trumpet make so much thought

See I'm the Dirty Dollar, and ho they call me Mr. Styles

You could lock me up, but I'll make Beau regardless

You wanna know have I ever been arrested?

Mr. Mean the felony of domestic

So I confessed it, damn right you guessed it

Did time for working, but I ain't seen the Brick City

I don't fuck with niggas who I don't know

I'm getting money, getting blunted

Nigga now watch the po