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letra de fuck the police - lil boosie

“f-ck the police”
(feat. webbie)

[intro:]
i’m a send dis mothaf-cka here, to tha mothaf-ckin’ crackers…
rot in h-ll mothaf-cka, plottin’ on my diamonds…

[verse 1: lil boosie]
dey killed venelle when i was 12, turned me against em
sent me to my first funeral now i’m a victim (of tha law)
my daddy called em pigs, i’ll neva forget
he went to jail on highland road, for tryna p-ss
kicked my auntie trina door, lookin’ fo my cousin
looked at me ‘cross tha street and said boy you ugly
made 11 dat was my first run in with dem busters
when stupid roughed me up cause i told em mothaf-cka
got old it got worser, my hustle got deadly
runnin’ and duckin’ from dat dirty b-tch don kelly
all from school you can catch me with my tool
smashin’ in my magnum from tha red white and blue
dey ask me for money, try to bribe me and all
dey let tha dogs eat me up, up out my f-ckin’ nuts
don’t give a f-ck n-gg- freedom or jail
i want all you b-tches to rot in h-ll

[chorus:]
cities, f-ck em!
narcotics, f-ck em!
feds, f-ck em!
d.a.’s, f-ck em!
we don’t need you b-tches on our street say with me
f-ck da police! (f-ck em!) f-ck da police! (f-ck em!)
witout dat badge you a b-tch and a half n-gg-
f-ck da police! (f-ck em!) f-ck da police! (f-ck em!)
witout dat badge you a b-tch and a half n-gg-
f-ck da police! (f-ck em!) f-ck da police! (f-ck em!)

[verse 2: webbie]
come search dis b-tch cause i don’t weight cause i’m too straight
and y’all lil b-tches a lil too late
cuffed me up in front of my kids i looked em all in dey faces
walked me out like i’m a killa scared tha f-ck out my neighbors
sat me down put a pen and paper on tha table and told me
give us some names and you can leave dis b-tch
i can’t believe dis sh-t, what in tha h-ll
if dats tha only way out den n-gg- show me my cell
look tell n-gg-s stop, i’ll sit here ’till i rot
for all dat, i coulda been a b-tch -ss cop
yea boo i got got, dey hit me fo a few thou
but you dirty b-tches i’m ballin’ i ain’t miss it at all
soon as i got back to tha house i went and opened a pound
and counted out 700 so much sh-t ain’t get found
and i know tha police listenin’ i’m tellin’ you now
you can neva hold a trill n-gg- down, n-gg- f-ck ya

[verse 3: lil boosie]
dis sh-t a neva stop, let’s keep it real yokk
we need to be like khaled n-gg-s, and kill cops
plus stupid ya stupid, i hope you rot in h-ll
you jost b, you jost trell and want t and l
wonder why i look at yo -ss undereye
i get a billion i’m a hit you b-tches from tha sky
you gone be dead just like ivy, a tear drop
feds cities i want all of you b-tches killed now
yea we used to run dat dope, ya already know
served dem birds from 17th to platcha court
took my beamer i’ll neva forget
not enough money in tha bank and dey can take yo sh-t
dey went in webbie house tha otha day (dirty mothaf-ckas)
took a $100, 000 away, ain’t turn it in
dey sin, dey don’t protect sh-t
sincerlly yours mr. bad azz, suck my d-ck and die quick b-tch

- lil boosie

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