Got You (Instrumental) Pharoahe Monch

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Yeah Yeah
Get your hands up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just take him
Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You]
Understand, I'll never kid around with you
Try to resist I'll dismiss you
Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You]

Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had
Figure a trigger happy niggaare with a badge
Parading around Los Angeles [Argh!]
High off coke, with a banana clip
Feasting off the weak street of Angeles
With a manuscript, and professional ass whipping
Task force, brass nuckles a master in ass kicking
If you ask for it I'll blast for it you back-flipin
No one saw it I won't stop the clock ticking
Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight me
The world's a merry-go-round I stereotype niggers
He's a spit in the face for pitbull and bite niggers
Matter of fact, I kinda like this cat for a white niggaare

Get your hands up against the wall and spread them
Opposition I'll just take him
Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You]
Understand, I'll never kid around with you
Try to resist I'll dismiss you
Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You]

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