yo they didn't know the cop was crooked,
he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads stirred it up,
plus they got to blow it up
Dropped it off in the PJ's and
they bigged it up
Then one day,
shit jumped off real crazy
The middle of a bathroom
they find an old lady
No clothes, half of her tongue,
ear missin'
The killer had to be mad smart,
he wore mittens
Even though her leg was
bitten
Crackheads point the finger at Detective
Slick Morris Gittins
Paleface cop who done popped
the desk
And got the chop on his neck
from when he knocked Celeste
It was a slug, drug,
he pressured everybody on the block
Some niggas know him as
the Godson of Gotti
And his black partner,
he was scared to speak
He saw how they planted weapons
on these kids in the street
He saw like over fifty bodies in
like fifty- two weeks
He saw his colleague pick up money
before leavin' his beat
They call him desk duty,
Robocop
Younger dudes call him Freddy Krugs from
the way he walk on the block
out the window,
oh shit they got my son
Pulled over his Tempo,
Brenda dropped the endo
Had her little nephew with her yo she
didn't care
They always harassed her,
un til she blew the captain with a razor
His partner turned red in his waist,
Mase done smacked her
With the walkie,
yoked her then slammed her on her face
He bugged on her like she was drugged,
plugged one in her
The fifth re laxed her like a big
thug pistol whipped her
Heard she was dusted,
musta been the way they threw the cuffs on her
She broke the shits, went
and rushed the kid
Wavin' her hands, she had a half an axe,
all in her tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she
broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived,
they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
'cause it look live
They gave her forty years in New Orleans,
callin me boys
Shorty was young, by three
days had a great bid
worms in the worst part
of the apple that's rotten
You squirm and you turn from the right,
still plottin'
All slimy cause you stay grimy,
petty crimey cat
You sometime me,
don't need to remind me about
Livin' in the core,
with the scramblers in front of the store
The bum holdin' the door,
the mugging no one saw
We played ball in the alley where
dope was shot raw
And the school they kept flawed,
plus the lowest test scores
Small percentage determined to strengthen
they position
Transformation from critical to,
stable con dition
But it still be obstacles on niggas
that's optical
Watchin' you like salt- water
sharks that's tropical
The money was the root and it's
the instinct to make it
With they pockets and fridge naked,
many aim to take it
Whether hold up, set up,
stabbin' or a wet up
Just to know it was the kid next door
fizzucked your head up
Once he fell short,
frequently visit the courts
And for some, another way out,
is music and sports
That's why I,
keep the rhyme just as fly as a shot
That won the championship,
with just oh on the clock
Light is shinin'