Tony Randle - Crooked Officer lyrics

Pigs dying from bullet wounds to the chest [Verse 1: Scarface ] I'm sick of you hoes trying to run mine I'm coming with a gun line running after one time I got a grudge against you blue suits Black suits, white suits and state troops That's the way you made us Send a n***a to the penitentiary is how you play us Lock us up for the summer Took the n***a's name away and pa**ed his a** a number Just because you legally pack a gat man Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the Black man Especially you Black cops, you let your gats pop Because them Honkies got you brainwashed So now we come to new dealings f** all the dumb sh** The line of work is cap peelings I'm cutting sh** short Ain't no filling out reports Cause you ain't making it to court I'm letting freedom ring From the hole in my Glock, for f**in off Rodney King It ain't nothing you can ask us And since justice is blind I'mma buy the b**h some gla**es Wake the f** up, chucks I'm coming after your a** Crooked officer [Refrain: Big Mike] Mr. Officer, crooked officer I wanna put your a** in a coffin, sir Cause you done f**ed with n***as like myself for too long It's time to grab my motherf**ing nine and get it on [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill ] Oh Mr. Officer, crooked officer, what's happenin? You beat another black man's a** and now you're high cappin Friend, do I have to move to River Oaks And bleach my f**in skin so I can look like these white folks? Just to get some a**istance Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent Cause you wanna hara** me Yeah, and if I talk back you wanna bust my black a**, G Just like Rodney King But if you try that sh** with me, its gonna be a different scene Try to pull me over on a dark road But I'll be damned if I don't grab my nine and unload Until every blue shirt turns red You heard what I said I want all you crooked motherf**ers dead So you better start pickin out your coffin, sir Cause I'm comin after your a**... [ Hook: Big Mike ] [ VERSE 3: Big Mike ] Momma called me up the other day, I got a warrant Punk a** laws wanna know where the gun went Said I shot a n***a the other night at a party Lyin out they a**, I was at home drinkin 40s Coolin with my n***as playin dominoes in the kitchen A big black n***a did the k**in and I fit the description Yeah, and you know they think all black n***as look alike So now they got the flashlight lookin for Big Mike Jackin n***as up tryin to capture me Coppers wanna gaffle me Tryin to put bullets into the back of me Time and time again I told them I didn't do it And they knew it, but they still pursued it So them motherf**ers blew it So now I'm about to grab my sh** And put them son of a b**hes six feet under Cause I'm sick of runnin from them motherf**ers Turnin tables cause I'm able, I ain't fallin victim Time to play a game, see the police, watch me stick 'em Cause I ain't runnin from a p-o-l-i-c-e Any motherf**in t-i-m-e They'll have to g-e-t me Off the s-e-t in my h-double o-d f**in around with the B-i-g They'll be in a g-r-a-v-e [ Hook: Big Mike ]