Got You (Instrumental)

Yeah Yeah

Get your hands up against the wall and spread them

Opposition I'll just take him

Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You]

Understand, I'll never kid around with you

Try to resist I'll dismiss you

Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You]

Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had

Figure a trigger happy niggaare with a badge

Parading around Los Angeles [Argh!]

High off coke, with a banana clip

Feasting off the weak street of Angeles

With a manuscript, and professional ass whipping

Task force, brass nuckles a master in ass kicking

If you ask for it I'll blast for it you back-flipin

No one saw it I won't stop the clock ticking

Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight me

The world's a merry-go-round I stereotype niggers

He's a spit in the face for pitbull and bite niggers

Matter of fact, I kinda like this cat for a white niggaare

Get your hands up against the wall and spread them

Opposition I'll just take him

Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You]

Understand, I'll never kid around with you

Try to resist I'll dismiss you

Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You]

I got the project sorta locked they trust my logic

Cause the star cops got it from guns to narcotics

My object is to deprogram blind ya optics

You cannot stop this mission this topic

Cause you can write tickets my niggaare or get paid

Learn this game in the streets or get slayed

Collect this cheese at the end of this maze

Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days

Need I remind you

How easy it would be to take the city by storm with the whole force behind you

Shorty in the trunk and on my ankle there's a 9 too

Cause psychologically the guns y