frick the police comin straight from the underground
A young ni**a got it bad cause I'm brown
And not the other color so police think
They have the authority to kill a minority
frick that shit, 'cause I ain't the one
For a punk motherfricker with a badge and a gun
To be beatin on, and thrown in jail
We can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell
frickin with me cause I'm a teenager
With a little bit of gold and a pager
Searchin my car, lookin for the product
Thinkin every ni**a is sellin narcotics
Birthday, it's your birthday
If I die bury me inside that Louis store
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with this shite up in the studio
I ain't got no motherfricking friends
That's why I fricked your bitch You fat motherfricker
Bad Boy Killers (Take Money) You know who the realist is n**** we bring it to
alright ok ok big man wanna make some big bucks?
lets see how tough you are
you know something about cocaine? diga me!!
you kidding me or what man?
theres a bunch of colombians comin in friday, new guys
they say they got 2 kees for us...