Don't Die

I woke up this morning to a cop with a gun

Who told me that he looking for a n! gga on the run

I thought for a second and I screwed my face

And asked the dirty pig "Why the fuck you in my place? "

He said "Chill or we kill, this is a warning"

Then I told him "fuck you, Where is the warrant? "

Then they got to punchin' and kickin' and macin'

Then the Whole situation went Larry Davis

Thinking 'bout my lady and thinking 'bout my baby

Thinking "these two motherfucking pigs going crazy"

They wanna kill a n! gga 'cause a nigga on this rap shit

Wanna leave me dead on a mattress, Hampton

I'm a Public Enemy because I'm Cold Lampin'

And I don't give a fuck about a party in The Hamptons

And I don't give a fuck about a motherfuckin' Forbes List

Far as I'm concerned, that's a motherfucking whores list

Motherfucker, my dad was a cop

You don't think I know a dirty ass cop when I see one?

Shake down, take down, disrespecting-the-badge-ass-bitch!

Back to the scene going wild in the bedroom

Grab the cop's gun left from leaking with a head wound

Second cop shot, but the bullet hit his partner

Shot him in the leg and he hit him in the arter (y)

Now the dirty cop's looking at me

Talking 'bout he kill a nigga if I try to flee

Shit, I'm about to loose it, so he gon' have to prove it

All because the government hate rap music

I've been labeled outlaw, renegade, villain

So is Martin King, so the system had to kill him

A nigga with an attitude, the world gotta feel him

Educated villain, attempt on living

If I gotta kill a cop just to get out the building

That motherfucker didn't, left dead, no feelings

Yelling "Fuck him" as I buck A 45 at his fillings

Trying to knock his brains through the motherfucking ceiling

When I surface on the streets I can hear the crowd yelling

And see the neighborhood snitches pointing and telling

I'm bailing like a felon or Assata Shakur

Before the law leave me stinking like a bag of manure

Like Jeriko One in the movie 'Strange Days'

They want a nigga dead 'cause the things that I say

Might make the youth go and pick up an AK

Tell the government "Fuck you, no way"

Like John Connor mama I be running everyday

'Cause if I get caught it's my life they terminate

Or stick me in a cell on Guantanamo Bay

All because a n! gga won't sit in and obey

I'll be an outlaw before I ever behave

And die a free man before I live like a slave

Nothing changes, if they catch me today

"Fuck the police" is still all I gotta say