Cops & Robbers Testo

(Lord Tariq & Muggs talking)Trying to tell you manI'm going up in thereTrying to dig into niggas pocketsFuck that man-{Lord Tariq}-Either you be real or you be deadHey killer, be a killerThat's the rules to this gameIn the court of the lawWith let niggas that feel yaThey know cat dealersBut with some new shit, like Clue shitWe strap for this thrillerYou hit the crack house, you pull a mack outCock the mack back, blow his back outAnd take the back routeAnd that's what that's aboutUnderstand? I wan't cans in handThis shit is real, never phonyDon't come short with my mo-neyI'll only tell you once Tony"Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me"If so, trust me, you outta luck BAnd try to sit high where them drugs beFilthy rich looking brokeFuck a bitch I wan't the world thustKeeping feds of my assI gotta think fast'Cause black man white town you know this shit won't lastWe try to bumble like assStay low, got to hurl that cashInto the trouble blow past, that's how you do itChorus:We got cops and robbersNiggas and spicksFlashy cars, ghetto starsMoving stones and bricksIt ain't over on the streetsWe got blocks to getSo heads up, guns cockDon't get rocked to this(2X)-{Lord Tariq}-Now if the good die youngThen what the fuck that makes me?And who the fuck are you to rape me?Less then the best, bulletproof love The thugs holding it down in the decksAnd for the frauds I got techsHeading straight for your chestFeel me on thisMy word is pricelessYou can't pawn thisI might diss drop jewelsThe way I cop jewelsThe way my nine drops fluesThe way my mind influesWhat's a nigga to do a murderType of shit you never heard of>From jimbos to fat burgerOn some last long shitI be doing this forever like that nigga Von ZeilPlus I calm shit, I bomb shitI had alot of Brooklyn niggasSaying "Yeah them Bronx niggas they get down"So hold your heat up, and move fastYou got to keepBecause Clue, Minnesota, Lord Tariq run these streets whatNigga peep up, talking to the sidewalkAnd there's nothing to comprehendWhen my nine talksChorus(2X)-{Muggs}-I peep the devil screaming BK'Cause I rock for B.I.G.Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kidIn some rap I pack, used to be in passing for crackMolka type of lid with a passing for stacksDreads call me African Black named after my medicineStreet veteran with one gunKilled eleven menIt's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi'sBlue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avyBomb crews my mind power beyond youNow I push your hair line backDo what the con doI warned you, and sworn no talkingBring the thing outGot the block surrounded like copsAnd shots rang outAnimal instinct, blood type is therobreedRun with thero headsLeave you in another burough bedRespect my hood, like the heats doBe k to the BronxPoor kane, Lord Tariq & ClueChorus(2x)DJ Clue:Uh-huhDJ Clue, ProfessionalRoc-A-Fella!