[Sadat X]
Cool-ass Al, he got a badge from the neighborhood yo
Fly police car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now check it out
Now Al used to rob, used to smoke, used to steal
and he rolled a mean game of dice
A factor boostin he was nice as he proved on the daily tip
at Macy`s, he and this kid up in Lacy`s
Throw his head to blow when he turned into a Fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his head
There`s two fit ill, glock cops, with passion
Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebody`s pops
And when I see Al, he never stops
unless it`s to make an arrest
He can`t kick it, unless he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, attitude everyday
It makes me kinda mad cause I really can`t hit him
But brothers scheamin to get him
(Shoot `im inna de busta bumba claat)
At any level the worst devil is a black one
And if you see one you gots to attack `um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on Lewis Park
Cool Al appears, backs up, fresh Clarks
It`s a hot day black, and the sun`s beamin down
but I gotta get on the ground?
You`re, sworn to whitey, do you think that you`re mighty?
You take the honor of bein the black Bull Carter
It`s a shame cause use done out your righteous name
for a little rank and more fame
You`re whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump
so instead of warnin brothers, better hide and take the picture
You know the brothers wanna hit ya
(Gimme a gat I`m bout to smoke this motherfucker!)
So carry your gun, especially off duty
Don`t forget that there`s a price on the booty
Hidin upstate won`t make you safe
By the way, are you of Christian faith?
Then prepare to meet your Mystery, become a place in history
Force come shot down with some brothers from Uptown
And if we`re not totally through
Then you`ll be left black and blue
Man these black ones is just as bad as the motherfuckin white ones
They get a BULLSHIT badge, and think that they God
But yo I ain`t havin that shit, I put a hole in they fuckin ass
Then they see who`s God
Comin in our midst causin this motherfuckin confusion?
I send that ass back to the essence quick fast
[Lord Jamar]
I knew a cop named Roy, a good nigga boy
To pull the trigger on another brother was a joy boy
Didn`t give a FUCK if your face was black
He`ll blow out your back, and say you sold crack
He`ll see you in your car and don`t like your look
He got beef with gold teeth so now you`re a crook
Flash the lights, pull to the right
Put up a fight, well say night night, cause Roy boy might
pull out the heater, for him there`s nuttin sweeter
Eight to your head, from his nine millimeter
Roy had a thing about young black males
He wanna see em dead or either locked in jail
Down with every drug bust, for him it was a lust
Kickin down doors is like dickin down whores
I remember when he was a rookie, a tough cookie
Beatin down kids for playin hookie
You see Roy is the type of ne-gro
with a alter-ego that`s illegal
He like shakin down niggaz on the block
Take you face down, let you hear the sound of the hammer cock!
No need to fill out a report
Cause everybody know Roy doesn`t get caught
Now he`s feeling like Superman
to the trooper stand, with an Uzi in his hand
Now Roy`s gotta answer
The pig`s gonna get smoked like cancer, sticks
for all the tricks that Roy`s ever played
Toy with the wrong nigga, boy you get, sprayed
For all the fucked up shit, that you put a brother through
Black man, learn to love you
Cause even if you`re dead, me and my crew
will beat you in your head, and leave your ass full of lead
Black and blue
