Crooked Officer - Geto Boys

I’m sick of you hoes trying to run mine

I’m coming with a gun line running after one time

I got a grudge against you blue suits

Black suits, white suits and state troops

That’s the way you made us

Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you play us

Lock us up for the summer

Took the nigga’s name away and passed his ass a number

Just because you legally pack a gat man

Doesn’t necessarily mean you have to point it at the Black man

Especially you Black cops, you let your gats pop

Because them Honkies got you brainwashed

So now we come to new dealings

Fuck all the dumb shit

The line of work is cap peelings

I’m cutting shit short

Ain’t no filling out reports

Cause you ain’t making it to court

I’m letting freedom ring

From the hole in my Glock, for fuckin off Rodney King

It ain’t nothing you can ask us

And since justice is blind

I’mma buy the bitch some glasses

Wake the fuck up, chucks

I’m coming after your ass

Crooked officer

Mr. Officer, crooked officer

I wanna put your ass in a coffin, sir

Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long

It’s time to grab my motherfucking nine and get it on

Oh Mr. Officer, crooked officer, what’s happenin?

You beat another black man’s ass and now you’re high cappin

Friend, do I have to move to River Oaks

And bleach my fuckin skin so I can look like these white folks?

Just to get some assistance

Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent

Cause you wanna harass me

Yeah, and if I talk back you wanna bust my black ass, G

Just like Rodney King

But if you try that shit with me, its gonna be a different scene

Try to pull me over on a dark road

But I’ll be damned if I don’t grab my nine and unload

Until every blue shirt turns red

You heard what I said

I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead

So you better start pickin out your coffin, sir

Cause I’m comin after your ass…

Hook: Big Mike

Momma called me up the other day, I got a warrant

Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went

Said I shot a nigga the other night at a party

Lyin out they ass, I was at home drinkin 40s

Coolin with my niggas playin dominoes in the kitchen

A big black nigga did the killin and I fit the description

Yeah, and you know they think all black niggas look alike

So now they got the flashlight lookin for Big Mike

Jackin niggas up tryin to capture me

Coppers wanna gaffle me

Tryin to put bullets into the back of me

Time and time again I told them I didn’t do it

And they knew it, but they still pursued it

So them motherfuckers blew it

So now I’m about to grab my shit

And put them son of a bitches six feet under

Cause I’m sick of runnin from them motherfuckers

Turnin tables cause I’m able, I ain’t fallin victim

Time to play a game, see the police, watch me stick 'em

Cause I ain’t runnin from a p-o-l-i-c-e

Any motherfuckin t-i-m-e

They’ll have to g-e-t me

Off the s-e-t in my h-double o-d

Fuckin around with the B-i-g

They’ll be in a g-r-a-v-e

Hook: Big Mike