k**er Mike - Don't Die (Instrumental) lyrics

I woke up this morning to a cop with a gun Who told me that he looking for a n***a on the run I thought for a second and I screwed my face And asked the dirty pig "Why the f** you in my place?" He said "Chill or we k**, this is a warning" Then I told him "f** you, Where is the warrant?" Then they got to punchin' and kickin' and macin' Then the whole situation went Larry Davis Thinking 'bout my lady and thinking 'bout my baby Thinking "these two motherf**ing pigs going crazy" They wanna k** a n***a 'cause a n***a on this rap sh** Wanna leave me dead on a mattress, Hampton I'm a Public Enemy because I'm cold lampin' And I don't give a f** about a party in The Hamptons And I don't give a f** about a motherf**in' Forbes List Far as I'm concerned, that's a motherf**ing who*es list Motherf**er, my dad was a cop You don't think I know a dirty a** cop when I see one? Shake down, take down, disrespecting-the-badge-a**-b**h! Back to the scene going wild in the bedroom Grab the cop's gun left from leaking with a head wound Second cop shot, but the bullet hit his partner Shot him in the leg and he hit him in the arter(y) Now the dirty cop's looking at me Talking 'bout he k** a n***a if I try to flee sh**, I'm about to loose it, so he gon' have to prove it All because the government hate rap music I've been labeled outlaw, renegade, villain So is Martin King, so the system had to k** him A n***a with an attitude, the world gotta feel him Educated villain, attempt on living If I gotta k** a cop just to get out the building That mutherf**er didn't, left dead, no feelings Yelling "f** him" as I buck A 45 at his fillings Trying to knock his brains through the motherf**ing ceiling When I surface on the streets I can hear the crowd yelling And see the neighborhood snitches pointing and telling I'm bailing like a felon or Assata Shakur Before the law leave me stinking like a bag of manure Like Jeriko One in the movie 'Strange Days' They want a n***a dead 'cause the things that I say Might make the youth go and pick up an AK Tell the government "f** you, no way" Like John Connor mama I be running everyday 'Cause if I get caught it's my life they terminate Or stick me in a cell on Guantanamo Bay All because a n***a won't sit in and obey I'll be an outlaw before I ever behave And die a free man before I live like a slave Nothing changes, if they catch me today "f** the police" is still all I gotta say