Shootin' on Narcs (Part II) - Gangsta Pat

Who’s that knockin' on my door?

NARCOTICS

Break out artillery, hide the motherfuckin' product

When they bust in then imma start bustin' their ass

Blowing the weak motherfuckas in the past

Cause I’m tired of this police shit (Word!)

Them motherfuckas don’t faze me they must be crazy

Bustin in a nigga’s house making much racket

I kill a motherfucka in a metro jacket

In a minute, shoot his ass down to the concrete

That’s what he get for being one be

Police motherfucka tryna be a hero

You read it in a paper, «Narc Shot By A Negro»

But see I’m a gangsta and I don’t play that shit

Especially when it comes to making a hit

And when there’s money involved

You see a nine millimeter gets my problem solved

Cause I ain’t got time to be locked up (locked up!)

For a motherfuckin' sucka that’s rock up (rock up!)

Cause if I get caught, it’s for keys and blocks

But a crazy motherfucka like me is shooting on narcs

(Gangsta Pat talking)

Homeboy look at the position you’re in now.

Police department.

You know what

I’m saying?

You know how serious that is?

Those are real guns you’re dealing

with.

Those are real bullets flying past you.

Real helicopters flying over you.

Man, you got think about what you doing, man.

Cause if you weren’t ever in the

game, you’re gonna be in this position in the first place.

Think about where

you got yourself.

Yo, this could be the end of your life right now

(Gangsta Pat)

The crazy motherfuckas tryna stop crack

Bringing their ass on a rock track

Dressed like a junkie with a image they stuck to

(Hey, man, do you know who selling rocks?) Hell naw, fuck you!

A .357 will put that deceased

A nigga can’t have shit for no motherfucking police

They see a brother, they jump up, they stop and stare

Narcotics need to sit their ass down somewhere

Cause they’re the ones bringing the dope in

It’s no doubt

It’s just their plan to wipe the black man out

But I’ll shoot one of them motherfuckas down to their health

Black narcotics making a fool of themselves (Fool!)

Thinking that he’s doing right, working for the enemy

No black brother with a badge is a friend to me

The narcs be rolling through the hood

Looking, urging to catch a young motherfucka serving

When I ride past them, I sit up tall

Jumping ???

tried to get me but I shot ‘em all

Tried to arrest me and plant some rocks

A crazy motherfucka like Pat is shootin on narcs

(Fat Tony, Gangsta Pat talking)

Outtro:

The one thing in this country, niggas have to put up with is cops