Whatchya gonna do when they come for you
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A gang of hatin pigs
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What have they ever really done for you
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Ain't never done shit
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Stash what you got cuz they're comin through
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Best get rid of that quick
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Cuz when they get here you know what they're gonna do
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All they ever do is trip
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Minding my own business...
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Try to hem me up like for life stuck in the klink haters in blue
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How they set me up should I test my luck, here they come they're in pursuit
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What did I do? What haven't I done, you want to see my I.D. Umm...
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Well ok, where I'm coming from?
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Just on my way not on the run
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Whatchyou want me to say are you just bout done?
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Power trippin asshole lickin haters
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Notice how they strut
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Through the spot like anybody wants to see a cop, man everybody knows they suck
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I got to be somewhere man fuck!
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Why the hell you always stoppin me, round the clockin me like what
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Whatchya gonna do when they come for you
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A gang of hatin pigs
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What have they ever really done for you
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Ain't never done shit
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Stash what you got cuz they're comin through
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Best get rid of that quick
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Cuz when they get here you know what they're gonna do
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All they ever do is trip
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Six feet deep below the street
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So they can't never say shit again
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Fuck the man with a thick broomstick
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And put a black flag on the end
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Got to watch my back or just like that
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I'm bound to get locked up
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The law's watching me, constantly
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Too close and way too much
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Looking over my shoulder and checking in the rear view mirror
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Cuz I'm never not but a moment from getting taken to jail
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They're knocking at my door, down my door
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They're shining lights in my eyes
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Exactly what do they stand for
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Ever asking more of I man why
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Like it matters why I chose to ignore
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All the laws I've been told to abide
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Think I'm on parole, thinking I just stole
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Some shit you got an A.P.B out on but no
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You're wrong as usual hell no it wasn't me
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Have the nerve to ask me if I'm drunk when I'm pissing in the middle of the street
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Looking over my shoulder...
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By the way why they always acting
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Like they know how to size me up
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Ignorant bastards coming after me
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All the time on mine had enough.
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Why they always wanna hassle me, pigs all up on my nuts
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Like they have to be, like I can't see em
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Trying to play shade tree in the cuts
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By robbing me of my dignity
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So in the end I never say much
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But ain't a time pass I don't wish I could flash
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On penelope like fuck!
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Shot this for everyone who's been there
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For my real ones who understand
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What it feels like to have your rights read to you by the ...
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Klink
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Death Grips |