T-K.A.S.H. - Pork and Beef lyrics

Coup, yeah It's all good man, we off in the Oakland Hills Dodging em' one time, check it out [Hook x2] If you got beef with C-O-P's Throw a Molotov at the P-I-G's Cause they be hara**ing you and me Ya gotta understand we still not free [T-Kash] Don't trust the police, no justice no peace They got me face down, in the middle of the street Pistol whip me with the heat, chicken sh**s sizzling Trying to serve me the all-you-can eat murder beef I'm a young, black, heteros**ual male Don't drink no drank, don't smoke, don't sale That's the real reason that they want me up in jail They want me to fail, I resist and rebel See I give a f** about the C-O-P's P-I-G's I wonder if I can shake em' like a P-I-T Cause they wanna see me D-I-E Got me cash under mob, I'm a pre-O.G Dark Soviet socialist, vicious, venomous vocalist Chrome 4-4 toting, holding it down for Oakland Folks do be smoking and sh** we do what we holding Some just don't notice they get demoted Throw em' all the time music [Hook x2] [* Pam the Funkstress scratching *] [Boots] This is for them ladies with them empty plates For that raise ripped that you didn't calculate If you ever in your life been a ward of the state On the corner with cake If they send an undercover and you took the bait, huh Next time I see em' with no hesitation I'm peeling off like stolen registration And leave a lot of smoke See I'm that sort of folk That been pig hunting since my mama's f**ing water broke Cause they the henchmen nah they the linchpin Between the rich and poor so we don't entrench them Cause they dispense with the dollars and cents So when you stand go get candles, flowers, and incense Behind steel gates is fifty percent of our bill rates A pre-kin making microchips for Bill Gates Pelican Bay, t-shirts for the workout Police station where the slave catchers lurk out Listen to the thunder, I'm no more taking under routes We'll synchronize and give em' sh** to wonder bout The DEA is filthy, yell not guilty We need control of the cash and the realty And get rid of all the motherf**ing parasites More than weed burn at 420 Fahrenheit Shaking in they boots when we start to bust They ain't scared of rap music, they scared of us [Hook x2]