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fuck the police (free lil’ boosie) - trouble lyrics

[verse 1: trouble]
ain’t from the top, but it’s a must i scream f*ck [?]
5 o, 12, whatever you call the p*ssys who take us to jail
raise h*ll about us making drug sales
be the same motherf*ckers who kick a door and steal your mail
tell me, ain’t that robbing too?
but if i do it, it’s a problem, probably just ’cause it ain’t you
yeah, you
with that adge, [?] b*tch ass
i hate them with a passion
[?] can’t see [?]
[?] if they got a hat on
with some dreads
you fit the description, that’s what all these monkey ass said
the black [?] white [?] it’s only right
that i say [?] f*ck them all
motherf*ck the law
identification, yeah, i got one
but it ain’t in my pocket, p*ssy, it’s a 40
want me to c*ck it?
i never forget when they shot big [?] in the back
shots fired, [?] down, got 4 years for that

[chorus: boosie badazz]
cities, f*ck ’em, narcotics, f*ck ’em
feds, f*ck ’em, das, f*ck ’em
we don’t need you b*tches on our street say with me
f*ck the police (f*ck ’em) f*ck the police (f*ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b*tch and a half n*gga
f*ck the police (f*ck ’em) f*ck the police (f*ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b*tch and a half n*gga
f*ck the police (f*ck ’em) f*ck the police (f*ck ’em)
[verse 2: veli sosa]
f*ck the police, coming straight from the a*town
’cause wehre i’m from, we give they b*tch ass a hundred rounds
[?] b*tch i’m still trapping in it
you see the petty way them n*ggas throw [?]
who the f*ck wanna be a pig anyway?
[?]nuts, and sh*t, that’s straight g*y
pulling n*ggas over, ’cause he in the new whip
you really hating, ’cause you riding in some bullsh*t
p*ssy ass d.a., talking ’bout a cop out
how [?] kids [?] watch you cop out
and to the feds, you can suck my d*ck two times
[?] b*tch [?]

[verse 3: lil’ charles da undadog]
f*ck the d.a., the jurry and even the judge
they ain’t never showed lil charls no love
they gave my cousin [?] life
[?]
my dad [?] deserved it
[?] on the block, we used to hustle in it
and i ain’t talking ’bout the sun, i mean the f*cking police
pistol on me, bomb in the bushes
i kept [?] p*ssy [?] these n*ggas [?]
and to the feds, you can suck a d*ck and die
’cause i’ll never be a snitch, or a b*tch or testify
that glock and that vest, and [?] bag
toe for toe, i’ll get your motherf*cking ass
[chorus: boosie badazz]
cities, f*ck ’em, narcotics, f*ck ’em
feds, f*ck ’em, das, f*ck ’em
we don’t need you b*tches on our street say with me
f*ck the police (f*ck ’em) f*ck the police (f*ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b*tch and a half n*gga
f*ck the police (f*ck ’em) f*ck the police (f*ck ’em)
without dat badge you a b*tch and a half n*gga
f*ck the police (f*ck ’em) f*ck the police (f*ck ’em)

- trouble lyrics

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