Police Get Away wit Murder YG
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[Intro: YG]
Oh, this can't be America
Y'all badge don't mean y'all got the right to take one of my niggas life
[Chorus]
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
Nigga, we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
The police get away with murder
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
That's why we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
Nigga, we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
So you better leave your house with a burner
[Verse 1: YG]
My whoadie got hit up then my whoadie got hit up (Bow)
I ain't trying to be one of them niggas
But if they catch you with the strap and you black, it's a wrap
Two years with half, that's what the judge give 'em
I'm psyched out 'cause I'm already striped out
But if I get caught without one (Then my lights out)
I'm psyched out 'cause I'm already striped out
But if I get caught without one (Then my lights out)
It get real in the field, your honor
How we supposed to chill when there's no chill, your honor?
Niggas running in your crib, your honor
Tell me what the fuck you would've did, your honor?
You would have got you a strap too
AK, grenades, a shotgun and a Mac too
You would have told your kids to hide
At the front door squeezing on that trigger with pride
Oh, this can't be America
Y'all badge don't mean y'all got the right to take one of my niggas life
[Chorus]
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
Nigga, we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
The police get away with murder
We don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
That's why we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
Nigga, we don't give a fuck, we don't give a fuck
So you better leave your house with a burner
[Verse 1: YG]
My whoadie got hit up then my whoadie got hit up (Bow)
I ain't trying to be one of them niggas
But if they catch you with the strap and you black, it's a wrap
Two years with half, that's what the judge give 'em
I'm psyched out 'cause I'm already striped out
But if I get caught without one (Then my lights out)
I'm psyched out 'cause I'm already striped out
But if I get caught without one (Then my lights out)
It get real in the field, your honor
How we supposed to chill when there's no chill, your honor?
Niggas running in your crib, your honor
Tell me what the fuck you would've did, your honor?
You would have got you a strap too
AK, grenades, a shotgun and a Mac too
You would have told your kids to hide
At the front door squeezing on that trigger with pride
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