[B-Real]
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I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye
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Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried
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I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay
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Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today
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So many different attitudes, that I come across
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I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost
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Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets
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Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat
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Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it
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Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated
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Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie
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Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why
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don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge
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to merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain
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What a fuckin shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall
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with the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all
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The eye of the pig
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[DJ Muggs cuts and scratches] 'This pig' from _Pigs_
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I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say
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that I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away
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I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law
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Lookin through the eye of the pig, I see it all
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Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin
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Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin
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These days you can't tell who's-who in the world
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Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl?
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Fuck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off
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At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong
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I.A. got an eye, on my close friend guy
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for takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy
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That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other
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We went through the academy, just like frat brothers
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Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift
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Think I'll get my dick SUCKED by this basshead bitch
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My marriage is all FUCKED, my wife is with the neighbors
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Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers
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I recall, happier times, before the fall
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Look into the eye of the pig, I see it all... long interlude...
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Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out
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So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about
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my abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt
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Look into the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked
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No longer can I determine, who's the criminal
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from the innocent man down, to the pedophile
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No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slippin
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into darkness, I'm comin to grips and feelin heartless
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Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows
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Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside
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"Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out..".. and raise your hands out the window and get em in high position
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Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin head off
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Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off
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Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps
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All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps
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OK, Mr. Freeload, get the FUCK out of the truck
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I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny
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Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable cause
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You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause
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You find it funny? Get that smile off your face
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Motherfucker take this
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[beatdown ensues as words fade]
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Looking Through The Eye Of A Pig
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| Cypress Hill |
