Supply And Demand - f** The Police lyrics

[Intro] HAHAHA! BRRRRR (p**y pig) I'm cookin' bacon [Verse] f** the police, f** the DEA f** Homeland security, they tryna f** with me They came in my crib, put me in tie wraps Askin' me, "Where them d** at?" Boy, I ain't gon' tell 'em But if they bring them K9 dogs I know that they gon' smell 'em I just found out where them cops live So when I shoot up they crib I can see 'em drop dead Put some bacon on the barbecue You's a cop, I cannot f** with you No respect for a snitch n***a I know when you was in school you was a b**h n***a The federali's put my brothers in the pen But when them boys hop out of prison, they drivin' foreign I swear to God, I throw a party when a cop dies They'll shoot yo a** for no reason and then will straight lie They locked my dog Leo up for a bullsh** charge But I roll with the higher power, we gon' beat the charge Everybody know, who Stitches is Cause I was flippin' on that corner as a little kid I'm talkin' weed and white, and crack throughout the night Mama tellin' me what I am doin' isn't right But I don't really care I'm in the strip club at fourteen years old Throwin' money in the air, in the law's eyes it ain't fair When I was young, I did a lotta dirt I pulled the trigger quick, and put you in the dirt f** the police, f** the DEA f** Homeland security, cause they nothin' to me I'm still gon' sell all these d** I'm still gon' rock with these slugs And now I got cancer so just know, I do not care The next time that them p**y pigs run up, they dying right there