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letra de coffee, donuts & death (piggy on a platter mix) - paris (rap)

12:15, lay real low at night
creep in a jeep hit the corner tight
finna go clip they wings
but gotta keep it neat and clean
one-time [blam] make it so they momma cry
y’all shoulda eased up when i told you last time
but now i gotta do it the hard way
p-a-y-back day
then we see ’em, the black and white on sixth street
cut a left in the lot of mickey d’s
and pulled up to the window
ssshhh! big yon creeped on him real slow
he could see when he looked at me
that a brother wasn’t thinkin’ ’bout sh-t but the payback
rollin’ with a panther, trained well
no need for the hollerin’ – f-ck jail
only two gats in the ride
but the black still had, thе element of surprisе
now i’m aimin’ straight for the dome
’cause i’m thinkin’ about my homey’s moms alone
cryin’ cause her baby’s dead man
this pig finna kiss the lead man
as an example so all the blue coats know
you get poached when you f-ck with black folk
said it ’til my voice was ho-rs-
i ain’t down with excessive force
but of course i wasn’t heard so i’m silent now
black folk can’t be non-violent now
i’d rather just lay you down, spray you down
’til justice come around
cause without it there’ll be no peace
the only motherf-ckin’ pig that i eat is police
do it like che said, so it work
stampede, retreat in guerrilla spurts
and see that ya caps are peeled like potatoes
’cause this is a war and pigs hate us
if ya don’t think so ask nina g
cause she was raped two times by opd
by a motherf-cking pig named riley
so when i pinch i don’t flinch or smile, see
i just laid low for the night to come
rounded up the cl!ck, to straight drop the bomb
and got with k-cloud for the throwaways
went far, rented a car, and took off the plates
and came back through to the place where
everybody knew that they was gonna show they face at
stepped up, crept up, as i held my breath
and then i squeezed, coffee, donuts, and…
[blam blam blam, blam, blam]
[officer down, we need backup, there’s an officer down here
oh sh-t!]
…death
(point blank range)
(get back)

doom now, back it up, make way
for a p-a-n-t-h-a
check a record when i’m running ’cause it roll right
glock for the sure-shot trippin’ with the grip that i hold tight
dustin’ off devils like pledge
and i ain’t rakim but you still better know the ledge
so pack a lunch when the bunch roll through
one time for your mind, scarface and i thought you knew
hypocrite b-tch, f-ck y’all
i’m p-dog and i’m still standing up tall
f-ck a devil and his mama, call it drama
i’ma keep on coming off with this hit that keep our people strong
keep it comin’, keep it comin’, try to step to me
but i go to 12 rounds and you never threw me
so i step punk, what, f-ck, layin’ in a cut
full pump for the skunk when i’m running up
and every label wanna put the man out
punk motherf-ckers still got their hand out
while pd-og, i’ll never be caught sleeping with the enemy
’cause you ain’t no friend of me
keep grabbing for a piece when i’m making bucks
i put your ass in the dirt and won’t give a f-ck
with a rat-a-tat-tat from the gat
never swing when i bring them things and it’s like that
so back it on up and it’s all good
but don’t come around f-cking with the neighborhood
’cause i’ma have me a piggy pot pie
and the media can kiss my ass for the reason why
check, check it on out
it’s the coffee, and the donuts, and the death
one time, better wear a vest
and make way for the nine-trey funk
p-dog and i’m anti-punk
[?] give it to me

- paris rap

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