Runnin Up on da Punk Police - Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone

There they go, there they go, there they go,

It’s muthaf**k em' cuz they don’t want peace

There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go

Sick of running from the punk police

There they go, there they go, there they go,

It’s muthaf**k em' cuz they don’t want peace

There they go, there they go, there they go,

Sick of running from the punk police

There they go, there they go, there they go,

It’s muthaf**k em' cuz they don’t want peace

There they go, there they go, there they go,

Sick of running from the punk police

My middle finger to the law

Well niggas they love that

The whole reason they brutality forced me to bust back

I was brought up in the part of the city where thugs at

Where the pimpin and prostitutes and thieven and drugs at

Where the average little nigga goes to jail before he’s twelve years old

On the corner as long as the beer’s cold

Siz do', muthaf**kas got half of my kin-folks

Generations of ghetto children that really been broke (yeah)

Get up, get up, wake up and get paid

9−1-1 been a joke since Flava Flav

I’ma take a chance as long as the rent due

f**k callin Mr. Wealth and mamma got issues

The system was designed to set-up and twist you

You gotta get on the level to know what I’ve been through

And to, be aware of the evil that men do

Niggas snitchin' all the time and try’n to befriend you

I keep my mouth shut tight and my eyes wide open

Dirty as a rida', I’m try’na stay focused

I ain’t choose the game, man, the game chose me

Why you always f**kin' with me Mr. Punk Police

Wanna have a nigga sleepin in a 6 by 9

Try’na catch a nigga creepin, you can get my 9

Get deez nuts, put the badge and the gun down

Muthaf**k the government, blast when they come round

Ever since I was a feelin' nigga in and wit my dogs

I was taught that you never hire a gun for the law

So I really f**ked the cop car, dodge and the charge

And I’m try’na not get caught if lots of time is involved

It’s a war with the minorities and da help authorities

So real, that I bet this be considered any nigga poetry

Bred from some of the coldest streets,

And I seen niggas shot dead by some old police

Them bitches don’t want peace

They ridin' through the ghetto poppin they metal and po-fo

And they wonder why niggas don’t get along with the po-po

f**k him mayne, then toss a doughnut to his grave

We gon show him how to play

Whats your name, where you stay

Mr. Officer, could you tell me why you pulled us over

And please get them bright lights up off of us

I ain’t done nuttin' wrong, I was just ridin' mindin' my own

And why you harrassin' my passenger, we try’na go home (god damn)

Don’t you have some f**kin killas to catch

Some real deal criminals to arrest

A drug dealaz to sweat

I wun’t doin that you suvive in 5 blocks

And when my life’s a blazin uh, I’m so tired of ya’ll cops

Harrasin me, flashin the big guess and askin me

All kind of silly bullshit they actually

Lookin for reasons they can tell the captain they blastin me

Po-Po is the only muthaf**kas we hate drastically