Hip Hop Cops

Got a block? Pack that hash up See a cop? Better back that ass up Nowadays, they flag that ass, cause they Like rappers better when they're wrapped in handcuffs The old school, could pass that crack up Neo school, they trap that ass up Old News? Yeah, the same sad stuff But new boys in blue track that rap up You ain't know? They drag that past up Like a vampire snatch that plasma Then they use it, to catch that ass, cause they Bet you're riding dirty when they pass your black truck That Stop Snitchin' video was bad luck Cause half their asses got bagged up Look! Keep rapping 'bout crack and mad guns I'm not feeling sorry for a dumb-ass gangsta Yo, yo, the Hip Hop cops, they out Here, I just got to say that Know what I'm sayin'? Gotta to bring that up Cause them niggas set me up I got word that money's making you Now when you speak, people see it's all Big Bad Hank in you, you can't even talk to 'em, homies get un- Grateful, never say thank-you but they're always Welcome, and all some do is wait to Take from you. Shoulda known, soon as you're on Friends is fake to you, homies get hateful Help the Feds make you, like That second verse on Track two, that's true, serious? It's on CD, but I can get the next one on tape for you Like it's Pay-Per-View. Your facing twenty-four Years, like it's twenty-four beers, they gotta case for you Man they snakin' you, they got a hold of your Dude, now he's a mole in your crew, and they're controlling you Your man rolled on you, but you floated too So the outcome is the key witness is your album Yo, yo, the Hip Hop cops, they out Here, I just got to say that Know what I'm sayin'? Gotta to bring that up Cause them niggas set me up Yo, yo and forget your bro Once you get your dough When you're ready to respect your mo Come to St. Loc, and you can kick it with the kinfolk Let's have a sit-down, get down Like NY, Bed-Stuy, call it B.I.G. town Cause if you're gonna make it this town Better break bread with the heads of the in crowd And not Feds with the big frown, in the Van or the shed with the lead writing shit down You'll never get shipped to the big house You're like the Mississippi, you got a big mouth If you came through higher like Mike, we Couldn't even prove you were wired like mics Sweat bullets, that fire like Mike-and- Ikes, better retire like McGwire and hide your life Yo, yo, the Hip Hop cops, they out Here, I just got to say that Know what I'm sayin'? Gotta to bring that up Cause them niggas set me up Mean muggin', ice grilly every thug in the city that's dealin' But they ain't after ya, look at the eyes of those guys that's Dappin' ya, same old folks you thought quote/unquote Keep it real, drunk and laugh at ya, hope police start Trackin' ya, come and capture ya, they actin' bruh Now you see the real meanin' of trappin' huh Loyalty's supposed to make up for your lack of trust But real nigga thoughts get lost during a bust, now he's Fessin' up, cause actin' tough'll get him Smacked up or slapped in cuffs All he wants is to avoid the pokey, so he Sings his song in an annoying low-key, there you go, yo, arivadoce