I Know You

[Boots] E, look man look

[E-Roc] Yeah wassup man

[B] It's that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospital

Hey pull over, come on

[E] Coup let's with this hamhock motherfucker, there we go

[B] Hey pig, yeah, remember me?

Verse One: Boots

I know you motherfucker, know where you live

You're the cop that knocked in my partner Greg Wiggins' ribs

And it wasn't in a trip cause he's not a dealer or a pimp

But now he walks with a permanent limp

And pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked

Walcy Hawkins and her son's up in double-rock

And it don't stop to the funky beat

Till my people get together and kick you pigs off the street

I grit my teeth why can't I be like Rodney with a camcorder?

Seems we need one every time you get a court order

Or pull me over in order to check identification

I'm in the back of your car with a bruise or laceration

You're in the hood and it's one more disaster

We know you're here to protect and serve the master

Next time you roll through push the gas a little faster

I'll turn your blue suit purple, bastard

Cause

Chorus x2

I know you motherfucker

(Everywhere I turn)

I know you motherfucker

(Everywhere I turn)

I know you motherfucker

(Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position)

Verse Two: E-Roc

I know you motherfucker, footprints in my door

On my back, on my head, through my house and once more

You called my mother a hoe, you threw my brother in a headlock

You did this to about six thousands on the block

Say you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspire

Hmm...but you work with a supplier

So I inquire what's your role in my elimination?

Ain't got a choir so it sure ain't one of salvation

But if I sung you a song it'd be of damnation

Cause all they do is let me sing in this damn nation

Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, how many kids have you killed today?

Pig, now I realize our relation

Your occupation is to keep me in occupation

How many brothers have you left in a cast?

How many graves have you made in the past?

Useless! Not my task to even ask

But you'd better cease before I put a cap in your ass

Cause I know you

Chorus x2

(Now let me tell ya'll this little little story

This little piggy once came to Oaktown

See, cause this little piggy had a gun

This little piggy's gun was smoking

Cause this little piggy shot my son

This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell!

Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha ha

Verse Three: Boots

I know you motherfucker, my face prints in your knuckles

Hit my head back to the rear and I can hear my knees buckle

And you chuckle...as the blow blurred my vision

You make a game trying to tame me for colonialism

The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison

No chains or fences here so you can make me think I've risen

I'm given rations on the first and fifteenth

Just so I won't be out organizing in the street

And so I'm beaten in the court with charges trumped, see

My eyes is swollen and my nose looks like Humpty's

But I'm not laughing cause I'll take a bath in this one

The judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hung

I never swung, I got the dung kicked out my ass

Like O.P.D. was using me for Beat The Nigger class

(Step one, put the handcuffs on

Step two, say something like "Nigger you'll never learn"

Step three, throw 'em on the ground

Step four, kick 'em of course)

But there's an error in your reign of terror and the end is near

We ain't non-violent no more so get your riot gear

Stand in fear and guard your rear as we gather round

And fuck you up so much, they'll have to fuck you down

Assuming the position that you'll have to wear a bullet-proof vest

On your vest, I suggest you change your address

Cause we know you

(x2)

We know you motherfucker

(Everywhere I turn)

We know you motherfucker

(Everywhere I turn)

We know you motherfucker

(Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position)