Fuck The Police ​dead prez

(Intro)
Fuck the Police...

(Verse 1)
You couldn't ever understand how my mind ticks
I'm on some old school crime shit
Where niggas hold tools and keep the dimes lit
Ain't no rules when these iron shots is thrown
Dun, this heat burn through ya flesh straight to the bones
I reach for the buddha-sess & zone
I'll probably have a future of stress
State-impressed and be alone
But as far as the present time, it's on
I represent mine til I return to the essence
And I'm dead & gone
Nobody wanna be broke & you neither
But put me on the corner
An' watch me catch a quick case of CREAM fever
If you be popping shit, my niggas won't believe ya
Probably punch you in the face
And take ya wallet when we see ya
But son it gets deeper
I'm running wit a click that speed a hundred by the grim reaper
To all my niggas in the man keeper:
Let your situation be a teacher
Ain't nothing like an education
When I was locked down
I learned about patience and dedication
And not say shit
Unless you need a motherfuckin' face lift
And as a youth I was an outcast
Running 'round with pellet guns, playing war
But now it's all about cash
And say no more. I keep it raw, keep a gun
I'll go to hell wit a slug in my jaw 'fore I obey they law
And love, it ain't no secret
My previous lifestyle, juvenile delinquent
Devious night prowl was frequent, creeping
Reach for your shit? Don't even think it
Nigga get slick and try to cock it
Unless you want your face shot, drop it
Crime rule the world and ain't a Jake that could stop it