[Sadat X]
Cool-ass Al, he got a badge from the neighborhood yo
Fly police car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now check it out
Now Al used to rob, used to smoke, used to steal
and he rolled a mean game of dice
A factor boostin he was nice as he proved on the daily tip
at Macy's, he and this kid up in Lacy's
Throw his head to blow when he turned into a Fed
I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his head
There's two fit ill, glock cops, with passion
Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebody's pops
And when I see Al, he never stops
unless it's to make an arrest
He can't kick it, unless he writes a ticket
He got a nasty way, attitude everyday
It makes me kinda mad cause I really can't hit him
But brothers scheamin to get him
(Shoot 'im inna de busta bumba claat)
At any level the worst devil is a black one
And if you see one you gots to attack 'um
One day, I had the cell lit, up on Lewis Park
Cool Al appears, backs up, fresh Clarks
It's a hot day black, and the sun's beamin down
but I gotta get on the ground?
You're, sworn to whitey, do you think that you're mighty?
You take the honor of bein the black Bull Carter
It's a shame cause use done out your righteous name
for a little rank and more fame
You're whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump
so instead of warnin brothers, better hide and take the picture
You know the brothers wanna hit ya
("Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!")
So carry your gun, especially off duty
Don't forget that there's a price on the booty
Hidin upstate won't make you safe
By the way, are you of Christian faith?
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