Layzie Bone Follow

Runnin Up On Da Punk Police lyrics

Runnin Up On Da Punk Police
Layzie Bone ft. Krayzie Bone

There they go, there they go, there they go,
It's muthafuck em' cuz they don't want peace
There they go, there they go, there they go, there they go
Sick of running from the punk police
There they go, there they go, there they go,
It's muthafuck em' cuz they don't want peace
There they go, there they go, there they go,
Sick of running from the punk police
There they go, there they go, there they go,
It's muthafuck em' cuz they don't want peace
There they go, there they go, there they go,
Sick of running from the punk police

[Layzie]
My middle finger to the law
Well niggas they love that
The whole reason they brutality forced me to bust back
I was brought up in the part of the city where thugs at
Where the pimpin and prostitutes and thieven and drugs at
Where the average little nigga goes to jail before he's twelve years old
On the corner as long as the beer's cold
Siz do', muthafuckas got half of my kin-folks
Generations of ghetto children that really been broke (yeah)
Get up, get up, wake up and get paid
9-1-1 been a joke since Flava Flav
I'ma take a chance as long as the rent due
Fuck callin Mr. Wealth and mamma got issues
The system was designed to set-up and twist you
You gotta get on the level to know what I've been through
And to, be aware of the evil that men do
Niggas snitchin' all the time and try'n to befriend you
I keep my mouth shut tight and my eyes wide open
Dirty as a rida', I'm try'na stay focused
I ain't choose the game, man, the game chose me
Why you always fuckin' with me Mr. Punk Police
Wanna have a nigga sleepin in a 6 by 9
Try'na catch a nigga creepin, you can get my 9
Get deez nuts, put the badge and the gun down
Muthafuck the government, blast when they come round

[Krayzie]
Ever since I was a feelin' nigga in and wit my dogs
I was taught that you never have regard for the law
So I really fucked the cop car, dodge and the charge
And I'm try'na not get caught if lots of time is involved
It's a war with the minorities and da help authorities
So real, that I bet this be considered any nigga poetry
Bred from some of the coldest streets,
And I seen niggas shot dead by some ho police
Them bitches don't want peace
They ridin' through the ghetto poppin they metal and po-fo
And they wonder why niggas don't get along with the po-po
Fuck him mayne, then toss a doughnut to his grave
We gon show him how to play
Whats your name, where you stay
Mr. Officer, could you tell me why you pulled us over
And please get them bright lights up off of us
I ain't done nuttin' wrong, I was just ridin' mindin' my own
And why you harrassin' my passenger, we try'na go home (god damn)
Don't you have some fuckin killas to catch
Some real deal criminals to arrest
A drug dealaz to sweat
I wun't doin that you suvive in 5 blocks
And when my life's a blazin uh, I'm so tired of ya'll cops
Harrasin me, flashin the big guess and askin me
All kind of silly bullshit they actually
Lookin for reasons they can tell the captain they blastin me
Po-Po is the only muthafuckas we hate drastically

Runnin Up On Da Punk Police Video

https://youtube.com/devicesupport: (video from YouTube)

Thanks to sam bane for submitting the lyrics.
Correct these lyrics

Comments on Runnin Up On Da Punk Police

Submit your thoughts

These comments are owned by whoever posted them. This lyrics site is not responsible for them in any way.

© to the lyrics most likely owned by either the publisher () or
the artist(s) (Layzie Bone) which produced the music or artwork. Details



All Artists A-Z

Elsewhere



© might belong to the performers or owners of the songs. Lyrics may be used for private study, scholarship or academic research only.
In accordance to the Digital Millenium Copyright Act, publishers may ask to have specific lyrics removed.
This is a non-commercial site. We are not selling anything. Details
Lyricszoo content, design, layout © 2024 Lyricszoo.