Pam the Funkstress scratches the phrase

"We wanna get it on - cause we don't get along" *



[Boots]

Now the FBI monitors with no feedback

Saw me on the street, ask me where the weed at

or the coke I don't sell and yet I don't believe that

Set me up I'm runnin breathin like a Sleestak

Ran into a car and almost bent my knee back

It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee stack

Ducked into a liquor store they ask what you do

Wearin FUBU it was my man N'Duku

The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci beaucoup

If they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew"

Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicks

Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit

Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool Whip

Face down, gettin dirt on my back to school fit

My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue lips

When the fuse lit, you don't see the few flip

Kick our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit

Til then, they wanna see us pushin up tu-lips

Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm sterile

Got up, brushed the gravel off my apparel

This girl Cheryl got parole violation

Said she was high cause of pupil dilation

If you never got arrested now since infinity

You get searched livin in this vicinity

or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the livin daylights

Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid right

They target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican

Mow you down men, or they'll find your next of kin

Whites sell more cocaine and amphetamines

but the justice sentence us, more than like to credit dem

The ruling class shifts dope to you and me

And don't get arrested, this is lunacy

or is it pimp low magic in unity

Is it a war on drugs, or just my community?



Now who gets paper and who gets perved?

Who gets slapped and who gets served?

Now this type of shit get on my last nerve

I think about it in the car and I start to swerve

Who gets paper and who gets perved?

Who gets slapped and who gets served?

Now this type of shit get on my last nerve

I think about it in the car and I start to swerve



I got a commonest plot to get the federales hot

So many cops around the block ?? Tupac

You gotta flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox

Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks?

Now this is for la gente, keep it calliente

Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanente

Not a teacher but a sensei

These rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid

I bust the donut up in front of Wenchel's

Makin police state officials with fat bones

that's made of gristle test they torque to differential

Now it's essential, our problems ain't provincial

'fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils

Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensils

That type of struggle motivated my pencil

It ain't mental it's material

Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your stereo

Babies need cereal, folks need currency

My job got a crowd wavin applications fervently

Some'll get accepted, most'll get rejected

Guess they gon' til the new prison get elected

and that'll solve they unemployment streak

They'll be makin microchips for two dollars a week

That's why they packin us in there in droves and fleets

And Channel Two gon' call it cleanin up the streets



Now who gets paper and who gets perved?

Who gets slapped and who gets served?

Now this type of shit get on my last nerve

I think about it in the car and I start to swerve

Who gets paper and who gets perved?

Who gets slapped and who gets served?

Now this type of shit get on my last nerve

I think about it in the car and I start to swerve