Fuck Da Lawz

Welcome, bitch!
Fuck the ho’lice!
To anybody who has ever felt the same
Turn this shit up! Barge House
Let it be known in my hood, ain’t love for laws
Fuck the ho’lice & anybody running with y’all
Fuck the feds and the CO’s, FBI and PO’s
Fa sho, you know how we roll
As for remorse, we feel no
I hid it out in a white whip with no chrome
Didn’t know that was the day that the feds was on
Nigga, 6 in the trunk boy and yep I’m anxious!
Moving down I-20 to I-49 and thankin'
Whoadie! How B gone cross this line?
Yeah, there go the police, but I’ll shake 'em one mo' time!
They all fake & phony and don’t want you on your grind
Bitches pulled me over for no taillight on a '05
Now that’s wild, so fuck The DEA
Fuck my PO/ Fuck the boys in blue with they ways
Cuz I’ll spray a 100 round clip
Right at the judge & take the bailiff for a gift
No shit, I hustle regardless!
And we can play this cat & mouse game till your starving
I get it, I got it/ That’s true
So fuck the P.I.G.'s and the boys in the blue, yeah!
Let it be known in my hood, ain’t love for laws
Fuck the ho’lice & anybody running with y’all
Fuck the Feds and the CO’s, FBI and PO’s
Fa sho, you know how we roll
As for remorse, we feel no
I’m on some mo' shit!
Fuck the rules & regulations, I got a four-fifth
That’ll leave your ass aching
I’ll bust whole clip, at the problems I be facing
Then I’ll smoke on a spliff, don’t even care about investigation
I’m from the Dirty, Dirty! So my hood really nasty
Hustle on the grind with the D, to get the cabbage
See I’m a savage & the laws know that!
Cuz a nigga been catching these cases since way back!
Now I’m laid back on the cut, on top of my game
And I’m still gone shine, I’m a do my thang!
Fuck you bitch ass niggas tryin to hate the game
Called the police, hoping you can stop my change
But I’m a paper go-getter, so at my arraignment
When my bond get set, one of my bitches gone bring it
They think we brainless, but I’m smart
And I’m building my status
So the popo’s, they car, they gun & they badges!
Let it be known in my hood, ain’t love for laws
Fuck the ho’lice & anybody running with y’all
Fuck the Feds and the CO’s, FBI and PO’s
Fa sho, you know how we roll
As for remorse, we feel no
That nigga Face had a niche that the fed’s were watching him
Knew about his new cell phone & the places he well-roamed
Knew snitches would tell homes, then he would tell the DEA
Shit, I fell the same way/ I watch my back everyday
I feel the laws know my plates by heart
Could trace my car, park 3 blocks ahead of me
Then wait in the dark/ Anticipating the mark
Of a young black male/ Grab his gun quick
Lights on & write up dumb shit
Ain’t that some shit?
To get pulled over 20 times in one whip?
By now I’m used to it, look here’s my list:
Driving too fast, driving too slow
Broken taillight, illegal lane change
Want some more?
My red light had to go, public disturbance
No seat belt, when I had one one on
And that shit got me pissed!
And not to mention, that bitch didn’t even write me for that
He gave me no insurance, when I had that shit in my lap
Bitch!
Let it be known in my hood, ain’t love for laws
Fuck the ho’lice & anybody running with y’all
Fuck the Feds and the CO’s, FBI and PO’s
Fa sho, you know how we roll
As for remorse, we feel no
Fuck the ho’lice, bitch!