*DJ Daryl cuts up* )

(Punk police)

(they can't get none)



[ D-Loc ]

D-Loc's the name, I got a thang against police

Nigga, I'm straight from the streets

Fuck a punk in a blue suit

Wanna get em up, let's go, but I just might blast you

In this game the rules is you lose

Duck to the side but you still get choosed

If I miss, shit, you ain't save

My homeboy Rich kicks up the backfire



[ Richie Rich ]

So on the first note I'm steppin off like this

A brother only gets through life if he's serious

Givin ain't shit, but see, takin is a method

Even if you use a weapon

You see, the law ain't straight, so why follow it

I'd rather have you give me some poison and say 'swallow it'

But now fuck that, I'm much sharper

I eat and shit too, but I'm much darker

So on the strenght of my color I get pushed and harassed

Taken to jail with no questions asked

It's sort of like apartheid, there's no peace

We're holdin court in the streets



( *DJ Daryl cuts up* )

(Punk police)

(Better luck out suckers)



[ Richie Rich ]

As a positive gangster with the motive to move on the Town

Uzis greased, ski masks pulled down

And when it's time to move I roll a bucket

So if I kill up shit, fuck it

I'm up outta there, it's time to hit me a fence

Ditch my gat and get a room at the SixPence

Shower and change to get up out of the black

And then I'm back

I'm in the streets again, I read a paper

That says: At large

A killer with a helluva charge

His name was Richie Rich

His motive - to start shit

You got a gat and badge, I'm not duckin

Fuck the Klans, the Kluin and the Kluckin



You see, I know that shit