Testi Soundtracks :: T

T-R-U ya heard me

Your daddy dollars y'all huh

C-Murda, Trick Daddy, No Limit, Slip 'N Slide

Whatever, uh huh, watch em.



[C-Murder]

Watch the police when I'm rolling through the projects

My pants sag so I'm labeled as a suspect

Who be the boys in blue, the authority

To arrest me cause I live in a minority

Check yo self player, cause I ain't the one

You look plain, and kinda lame without your badge and a gun

You been harassing me, since I was a teenager

But now I got a rolly with a Benz and a pager

They pull me over and searching my car

So you looking for the product, but could it be narcotic

But just because I'm from The CP3

I gotta watch the police because they scared of me



[Chorus]

Watch the police, coming straight from the underground

Watch the police, Murder got it bad cause I'm brown

Watch the police, if you a teenager (Watch, watch)

Watch the police, nigga, better goal, and a pager



[Trick Daddy]

I'ma teach they motherfucker ass bout playing with me

I'ma take they ass on one

Thug Life, for them niggas in the County Jail, State Pens, and Feds Nigga

I'm tired of the motherfucking popo

That keep sweating a nigga sitting all in the dope hole

Flashing the light in the dark, and for what?

Is it cause the trumpet make so much thought

See I'm the Dirty Dollar, and ho they call me Mr. Styles

You could lock me up, but I'll make Beau regardless

You wanna know have I ever been arrested?

Mr. Mean the felony of domestic

So I confessed it, damn right you guessed it

Did time for working, but I ain't seen the Brick City

I don't fuck with niggas who I don't know

I'm getting money, getting blunted

Nigga now watch the popo



[Chorus]



Watch the police

In my hood, they'll pull you over

And put dope on you and bring you to jail

Make it 24 year

They catch you with 70 K, they gone keep you

C you, tell em what's hell



[C-Murder]

I'm tired of the jacking and harassing

Every time I see a badge it make me wanna blast

I'm C with the criminal behavior

I'm a gangsta with paper, and plus I got flavor

My identity by itself causes violence

I catch them without they badge and gun

And then they silent (Shh) [Get out of the car]

It don't matter if you smaller or bigger [You're under arrest]

When a sucka in a uniform run up on a treat nigga

Shining that light in my face and for what?

Maybe it's because I kick so much butt

And I can't be touched

That's why I laugh when I get away (Car peeling out)

But to my homie, this is what I say



[Chorus]



Around my neighborhood

They just be hacking you up for no reason

Just asking y'all all kind of questions

Putting the light all in your face

Man, what's wrong with them

Man, that's why we gotta watch em



[Chorus]



You're gonna die [3X]