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fuck da police - big jugga lyrics

big jugga – f-ck da police

(verse 1):
i was like 13 when i started slanging
about a year after i started banging
a decade later the chain is hanging
i was caught up just doing my thang then
i met monty gotti and i started rappin
gnk records yea i make it happen
i’m in the studio, i’m on the block
rappin and slangin, work around the clock
no mr. officer, 16 bars
that’s music related, not the bricks in the cars
two jobs homie, two phones homie
that’s why the cops never know when it’s on homie
always talk in cyphers and codes when u call homie
u need a key? ”let’s go ball homie”
tell the da get off my d-ck
cause fo real homie they don’t know sh-t

(chorus):
i go hard, all day we never go soft
snitching in the hood get your face blown off
stay silent, f-ck the police
hood famous, cops know me
all the dope fiends on the block show me love
all the other sets leave when we in da club
gnk homie, we don’t play homie
makin money all m-th- f-ckin day homie

(verse 2):
the cops follow me, my life is like twitter
i’m certified, just without the fashion and glitter
go ahead and fave me, but don’t ”retweet”
cause i’m way in this game like knees deep
i spit truth on the track, yea i ain’t bothered
cause i already know my lawyer got it covered
cops in most of europe, already know my name
all the way from copenhagen, to costa del sol in spain
i got a boat comin up from morocco
that’s what i call intercontinental hustle
coast to coast, running drugs over the ocean
gnk, grams ‘n kilos ”full motion”
import, export, bribin and extort
if i can’t land it here i take it to the next port
pay me by the euro or pay me by the crown
as longs the transaction is going down

(verse 3):
dope man dope man, yea that’s me
oh you fresh out the pen? let me spot you a key
my sh-t is the best, but u can get it for cheap
i’ll do it for you, cause you would do it for me
yea, i been jail, but the record is clean
walk out of court everytime, my lawyer is mean
i’m in europe but i’m livin the american dream
do or die mentality since i was a teen
police f-ck you, da f-ck you
all they tryna do is steal yo money or handcuff you
still n0body love you, good cop is a dead cop
they’ll chase u down and put yo -ss in a headlock
white cars creepin in the night with the blue lights
we call em ”one time”, cause u never look twice
corupt m-th- f-cker, doin whatever they please
wonder how they felt when they gave me back my 20 g’s

- big jugga lyrics

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