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letra de fuck the police - ghetto superstar committee

[chorus]
if y’all want beef, we can beef
i got some ’tillery to shake the mothaf-ckin’ streets
if y’all want beef, we can beef
i got some ’tillery to shake the mothaf-ckin’ streets
you dirty b-tches won’t keep knockin’ my riches
this ghetto superstar committee ain’t with it
f-ck the police
you dirty b-tches won’t keep knockin’ my riches
this ghetto superstar committee ain’t with it
f-ck the police

[verse 1]
suck my d-ck, you keep on knockin’ my riches
want beef? well cracker i’m with it
that whole department can get it
all these soldiers in my committee gon’ f-ck over you b-tches
f-ck the police, b-tch, i said it loud
the f-ckin’ city can’t stop me
y’all gon’ need jesus tryna bring me down
and he ain’t f-ckin’ with you dirty devils
we makin’ play calls, soon as you b-tches come, we bustin’ heavy metal
chase me through these streets
and i’m gon’ jam this rusty knife all in his guts [?]
takin’ money from beaz and all that sh-t away from me?
well your shift over at 3 and i’m gon’ f-ck up where you sleep
h-lla [?] got you watchin’ my move and talkin’ ’bout me to your partner
i’m watchin’ you too, b-tch, i see better when it’s darker
island park gon’ be jur-ssic park, keep f-ckin’ with me
ayo beaz call [?] .223s

[verse 2]
the cops be on my d-ck like a rubber when i’m f-ckin’
so them b-tches better run and duck for cover when i’m buckin’
ghetto superstar committee, b-tch we ain’t scared of nothin’
i keep a .40 on my waist that’ll wet you like a mop, n-gga
clip filled to the tippy-top with some cop k!llers
f-ck the police, they bring us no peace
that’s why i keep my heat when i’m roamin’ through these streets
’cause if you jump out, it’s gon’ be a jump out
i got my glock and best believe dog gon’ pull that pump out
and i’m hittin’ your chest
don’t tell me stop ’cause i’m resistin’ arrest
i ain’t really a rapper, dawg, but i can spit with the best
i ain’t carry no .38, dawg i spit with the tec
that’s like 50 shots, n-gga
that’s enough to hit one cop on 50 blocks, n-gga
i’m screamin’ f-ck the cops, n-gga
they caught me sittin’ in the cell watchin’ my life just p-ss me
but i ain’t with that sh-t [?] nasty

[verse 3]
they k!lled ryan, and ever since then i’ve been muckin’ you b-tches
my [?] n-ggas, they don’t f-ck with you b-tches
i hate your f-ckin’ guts
my mama told me not to put this on cd
but i’m gon’ make this f-ckin’ city believe me, so n-gga turn me up
if dre was here they wouldn’t f-ck with this here
[?] in the army, when he come back it’s real
n-gga is you bootin’ up?
f-ck the police, i said it loud, will repeat that
f-ck the police, i’m blowin’ loud with my seat back
they tunin’ in, well mr. fed if you can hear me, b-tch
go tell your daddy that we boomin’ bricks
and them informants that you got finna be lyin’ in a box
and i know exactly who workin’, i’m gon’ k!ll him with a glock
quote that, ’cause when you find that p-ssy lyin’ in the streets
look at the sh-lls and put my sh-t on repeat, and that’s on jesus’ blood
’cause they don’t do us no good
pullin’ your glock out ’cause i live in the hood, you dirty b-tches

- ghetto superstar committee

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