Court In The Street (415)

(Punk police) (They can't get none) D-Loc's the name, I got a thang against police Nigga, I'm straight from the streets Fuck a punk in a blue suit want to get em up, let's go, but I just might blast you In this game the rules is you lose Duck to the side but you still get choosed If I miss, shit, you ain't save My homeboy Rich kicks up the backfire So on the first note I'm steppin' off like this A brother only gets through life if he's serious Givin' ain't shit, but see, takin' is a method Even if you use a weapon You see, the law ain't straight, so why follow it I'd rather have you give me some poison and say 'swallow it' But now fuck that, I'm much sharper I eat and shit too, but I'm much darker So on the strength of my color I get pushed and harassed Taken to jail with no questions asked It's sort of like apartheid, there's no peace We're holdin' court in the streets (Punk police) (Better luck out suckers) As a positive gangster with the motive to move on the Town Uzis greased, ski masks pulled down And when it's time to move I roll a bucket So if I kill up shit, fuck it I'm up outta there, it's time to hit me a fence Ditch my gat and get a room at the SixPence Shower and change to get up out of the black And then I'm back I'm in the streets again, I read a paper That says: At large A killer with a helluva charge His name was Richie Rich His motive, to start shit You got a gat and badge, I'm not duckin' Fuck the Klans, the Kluin' and the Kluckin' You see, I know that shit, I'm not a dummy And when they get me down to the station and try to run me I cold got a alias that will never ever fail You say that it does, then I will quickly post bail Then back to the streets to get my money on and pop Throw away the tickets and say 'fuck the cops' Am I goin' to court? Hell nah, you serious? Man, I'm gettin' furious Cause the way things look we'll never have peace I'm holdin' court in the street (Punk police) It ain't easy in this time and age See, those are rough days, locked away in a muthafuckin' cage Never will they catch a young brother like me again I'm gonna run until eternity ends Fuck that, I'm not havin' it It don't make sense cause it's just dumb bullshit Be in court on a certain date and certain time? A nigga like me hits the borderline I ain't goin' out like a sucker I strive too hard for mines, muthafucka Think you can take what I built and break it down? Suprisize, you got a bullet in your crizzown 'Cause I ain't the one to be played Gettin' paid is my prerogative You think not? Well, then think again Think about the shit that I talk Because I don't take shorts I just dust a muthafucka off Come up or run up on me But when you step to the Locster, don't come weak Be prepared for do or die, you lose your life Cause when you're fuckin' with Loc, it ain't nothin' nice So to the punk police I'm sayin this: Drop the gat and let's get with it I ain't trippin', we can't have peace You want to talk to me, let's hold court in the streets