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letra de atsftp (all together say fuck the police) - marley brooker

oh
f-ck my breath?
uh

[chorus]
all together say (say)
f-ck the police (f-ck em)
i’m tired of them m-th-f-ckas
k!lling my brothers in the streets
all together say (say)
f-ck the police (say f-ck em)
i’m tired of them m-th-f-ckas
k!lling my brothers in the streets
we across the street from the projects (grove b-tch)
look like we don’t got no sense (but we got em)
but if they think we got tolerate that f-ck sh-t
(h-ll nah) then load up them sticks

[verse]
punk ass pigs shooting n-ggas in they backs
why they runnin’ for they life
that sound like huntin’
that sound like klan sh-t
well listen you muf-ckin’ limp d-ck klan tricks
i got .556 nato sh-lls for clique and yo sham biz
and yo d-mn ribs and yo mammy crib
i can stand pigs i can’t stand prejudice
f-ck the punk police
and if they put the badge down
put the gun down i’m knocking out they t–th
for hiding under them sheets
while i still can and i’m still the man
embracing my free speech
you said f-ck my breath n-ggas?
f-ck yo vests n-gga
watchu gon do? k!ll me too?
i got h-lla tracks put away if you do
so my family got be good
don’t get it misunderstood
i don’t give a f-ck bout yo life (bout yo life yo life?)
cuz you don’t give a f-ck about my breath
so i’m coming right back at’cha
f-ck the, whole department and the captain
i’m smokin’ on this loud
and ren ain’t like you m-th-f-ckas either
so i hope i’m making her proud
police pull me over
got a n-gga feeling like a jew in ss germany
but we smash off in the caprice
yelling f-ck the police
what color? man it was burgundy
marley “crookz” brooker they neva heard of me
ion how long that’s funna last
i swear the revolution here
the state of emergency passed
heavy armor back in the streets
so sh-t we back on the creep
seal team flow
you won’t even know
be so discrete we like
[chorus]
all together say (say)
f-ck the police (f-ck em)
i’m tired of them m-th-f-ckas
k!lling my brothers in the streets
all together say (say)
f-ck the police (say f-ck em)
i’m tired of them m-th-f-ckas
k!lling my brothers in the streets
we across the street from the projects (the grove b-tch)
look like we don’t got no sense (but we got em)
but if they think we got tolerate that f-ck sh-t
(h-ll nah) then load up them sticks

- marley brooker

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