(feat. 50 Cent)
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[Intro: 50 Cent]
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Eeny meany miny moe...
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Let 'em go!
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Mm mmm mmm with the law!
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Haha!
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Put it back, I got it... One more time, one more time!
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YEAH! [beat starts]
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[Chorus: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)]
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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.38, .44, .50-cali shotgun,
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I tear up yo block, son.
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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Catch a piggy by the toe,
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Click-clack, POW! - Officer down! (We still scream: "Fuck The Police! ")
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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He may holla let 'em go,
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But nigga if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law.
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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Eeny meany miny moe,
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Nigga you confused (CH'EAH!) - let me choose!
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[Kardinal Offishall:]
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AYO! - One "Licka Officer" walked the earned stripes, (BOOO!)
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Two Licka pigs gon' get shot another night. (BOOO!)
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Homicide would love for me to take a ride,
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But I ain't touch pork unless it's dead on the side.
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With a fork in it, police can suck my third leg! ('ey!)
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Lock my niggas up beca' dem look like the dread. (oh, why?)
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In the photo that was pointed out by one of your snitches,
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That worked at mr.Chows in the back doing dishes,
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That was upset with seein' all them niggas gettin' money
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Coming inside the spot, treat the white folks funny.
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Flashin' all that paper, 30 deep up in the spot,
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That's why IRS come through to bum that club. (eeee-eeeeeah!)
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We ain't waitin' for the boss man to come with no pig,
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Cause the crew that you deal with spray, (50: YEAH!) they don't say it. Nigga!
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[Chorus: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)]
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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.38, .44, .50-cali shotgun, (YEAH!)
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I tear up - yo' block, son. (hehe!)
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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Catch a piggy by the toe,
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Click-clack, POW! (YEEAH!) - Officer down! (BLAT!)
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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He may holla let 'em go,
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But nigga if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law. (EH!)
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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Eeny meany miny moe! (KARDINAL!)
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Nigga you confused - let me choose! (EEEEAA!)
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[Kardinal Offishall:]
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Hey yo, you took one of ours, now we even in the score.
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We ain't playin that civil rights thing no more!
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No more homies holding hands, we are armin' up for action,
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The revolution is to the guys like Mike Jackson.
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No more shootin' niggas 41 times. (NOOOOO!)
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No more blastin' us after you sniff lines! (NOOOOO!)
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No more sellin' coke to me! Cause when I distribute to you,
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I get my rights read, pig, FUCK YOU!
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WITH A BROOMSTICK! - Who this pig think he is?
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Bastard only mean to get spit on by our kids. (CH'EAH, KIDS!)
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In the area, cause none of us respect the games,
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And we already know what provoked all the raids.
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You sold them guns, now they blastin' you sell the bullets,
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They shoppin' real heavy like a plane propellor. (blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat! blat!)
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I ain't sayin' kill nobody B's in blue,
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Keep it up and you get a park named after you!
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[Chorus: 50 Cent (Kardinal Offishall)]
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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.38, .44, (BLOW!) .50-cali shotgun,
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I tear up - yo' block, son. {YEAH! }
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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Catch a piggy by the toe,
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Click-clack, POW! (BLAOOOWWW!) - Officer down! {haha! } (BLAT!)
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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He may holla let 'em go,
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But nigga if you let 'em go, you get hung by the law. (CH'EAH!)
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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Eeny meany miny moe!
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Nigga you confused - let me choose!
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[Outro: Kardinal Offishal]
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Officer Down 2
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| Kardinal Offishall |
