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  • Crooked I – Shoot Back (Dear Officer) (feat. Tech N9Ne) letras

    [Intro: KXNG CROOKED]
    {New-born citizens. You have violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force. We are authorized to use deadly force. You have violated the anti-protest coordinates. We are authorized to use deadly force.}

    Once upon a time in the slums a group of people stood up to a corrupt system. And they were all slaughtered. So what did the next generation do? Shoot back
    [Hook: KXNG CROOKED]
    To the police, what kind of beast do you have to become
    To kill a child so young? He was just having some fun
    Dear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?
    You pull us over, now we contemplating capital one
    You shoot me in my back and plant a weapon after it’s done
    How much time you get for killing me? The answer is none
    You ain’t from around here
    So why don’t you just go back where you’re from?

    [Interlude]
    Two little boys came and knocked on my door and said, "the police just shot your son twice in his stomach". So my..

    [Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
    Hey, yo, them robocops just tear-gassed a protest
    And you don’t wanna fight back
    Congratulations, my nigga, you passed the hoe test
    Just another male in need of some Kotex
    You’ll be fitted for the rope next
    They gon’ hang you up just like coat checks
    They killed your people in front of you, what you wanna do?
    You already know what I’m gonna do, pick up a gun or two
    You picking up your sneakers like runners do, but where you running to?
    Ain’t nowhere to hide when your own cowardice is hunting you
    Take a look at yourself, man, your mirror got the W
    You got the L, you motherfucker you
    We was sitting in church praying the Lord may forgive us
    But an agent of the puppet master was there praying with us
    Little did we know this disloyal snake was coiled on our own grass, plotting on different ways he could kill us
    Then he walked to his vehicle, came back and sprayed major pillars of the community
    The act was a lunacy
    He knew just what he was doing, true indeed
    He was carrying out a mission to kill you or me
    Mission accomplished to a tee
    Unity and all the hope it brings
    Just became a nightmare in the reflection of our broken dreams
    See, we welcomed you with open arms then you opened fire
    So it seems we can’t trust a soul by no means, nah
    The enemies out here training to hold his chopper right
    Meanwhile shooting at each other, that taught us how to fight
    Damn shame we put each other under the doctor’s knife
    In surgery fighting for this punk-ass shit we call our life
    We supposed to be smoking them robocops
    That’ll make the big picture look better like photoshop
    I know you hope it stop, I know it’s not, I’m loading shots
    In a .357 three minutes before 4 O’clock
    I know, to keep a gun in my waist, never fearing snakes
    Tears dried up on my face, my spirit aches
    Sitting here in wakes for people who irreplacable
    We get bad luck whether the mirrors breaks or not
    Imagine coming fresh out the womb
    And the system already got your name written across your tomb
    You a flower, you just wanna bloom
    Unassuming that the government’s mad villains, them MF’ers want your doom
    So you’re disproportionally incarcerated
    After all these years, still the most hated

    [Hook: KXNG CROOKED]
    To the police, what kind of beast do you have to become
    To kill a child so young? He was just having some fun
    Dear officer, would you shoot if that was your son?
    You pull us over, now we contemplating capital one
    You shoot me in the back and plant a weapon after it’s done
    How much time you get for killing me? The answer is none
    You ain’t from around here
    So why don’t you back where you’re from?

    [Outro: Tech N9ne]
    If you ain’t a rebel you ain’t shit. If you ain’t fight the love of your family, what the fuck are you here for? If you ain’t gripping and grinding and building for your loved ones to protect them from the evil people who run this motherfucker, get the fuck out of the way. Real niggas take it [?]. Listen to CROOK. The cigar-smoking boss. Man up


  • Forch Fabalon – CHEESE CAKE, CHIPS, GREEN lyrics

    (INTRO)
    I think it a far and true statement to say
    That ain’t no n888a out here gone out hustle me man
    Not, not out here in these streets, man nah
    I been doing this too long and too strong (FRE$H488!)
    You got to come get it if you want it

    (Chorus)
    My crew be on it bro
    I can’t lie, we just want paper, want paper
    To be total honest fool, we just here
    To pull off some capers, some capers
    Get from round me dude
    If you ain’t here
    To stack up dat paper, dat paper
    I just want Cheese Cake, Chips, Green
    Player you know what I mean
    X2

    (Verse One)
    I’m balling, I’m balling
    Can’t you see I’m balling
    So I won’t stop, I can’t stop
    This game it just keep calling
    So I will, I will, keep pushing for my pesos
    Fu*k what you heard, them ni**as nerds
    Sounding absurd, we are that word
    Pushing dat turf
    Ooohhh, hot boy in these hot times
    They running off that slick talk
    Then it mess around and be yo time
    Keep dat sweeper clean it up in no time
    Accept no disrespect or no hoe time
    Get dat chin in check and that’s on mines
    You ain’t go do sh*t, sit there like bit*h
    Who popping like this
    Ooohhh, H-Town and we on one
    We popping bottles, got plenty girls
    Gone VIP it some other time
    We got thick em girls and it going down
    When they spread em wide it’s like sunshine
    Got boys face-timing they main chick
    Like baby ain’t never ever come round
    Push, push, push, I don’t see nothing but bush
    These girls they just want to play, so I
    Stick em down, lick em down, flip em round
    Then I oops in they face
    Then back, back on the block or the highway
    Getting, getting to the money real boss way
    Its Fabalon uckfay, ouyay
    You n***as never really liked my sh*t no way

    (Chorus X2)

    (Verse Two)
    Talk to me, talk to me
    Make it fast though
    Paper be calling for me, can’t hold it up
    I be telling these people
    You got to hit while the hitting is good
    That ain’t no bull, that ain’t no feces
    Hold up, count my sh*t
    This ain’t no three piece, before I get down the street
    I just want eat the pu**y up, tell these girls it ain’t Fabalon enough
    Yeah, ain’t none of you ni*8as off in my lane
    I guess the guapo, the guapo’s to blame
    We sit different, we ain’t cut cloth the same
    Ain’t your fault your O.G. is to blame
    He was bit*h so you spit the same
    Talking bout years upon years upon game
    Ain’t no way in hell you can beat me an Fame
    I can rock it for the hoes
    Out of pocket for my bros
    We ain’t tripping on no doe
    Bout it, bout it, tally hoe
    Blocka, blocka, those opposed
    Just so that you know
    Too fat to go toe to toe
    30 cal drum Ocean of soul
    Get this MF cracking like whoa
    Talk him off the ledge no
    You disrespected my woes
    Fabalon gang, gang, gang
    Disrespect will bang, bang, bang
    In and out this MF like yeah
    Stick and move, jab, dip it ain’t fare
    Getting to tripping shoot, shine on them ni**as
    Blue coupe all I ever had, kept dark skin chick on my neck
    We flexing baby what you know about that
    Hot damn!

    (Chorus x2)