* Pam the Funkstress scratches the phrase   "We wanna get it on - cause we don't get along" *    [Boots]  Now the FBI monitors with no feedback  Saw me on the street, ask me where the weed at  or the coke I don't sell and yet I don't believe that  Set me up I'm runnin breathin like a Sleestak  Ran into a car and almost bent my knee back  It's better than a cell while my lawyer's fee stack  Ducked into a liquor store they ask what you do  Wearin FUBU it was my man N'Duku  The bat and tote go through, I said, "Merci beaucoup  If they ask who was I runnin tell the bastards I flew"  Maybe to my block, plans to catch a few flicks  Police did a sweep, terrorizin grue shit  Bustin doors, beatin mammas while makin Cool Whip  Face down, gettin dirt on my back to school fit  My neighbor that was next to me got black and blue lips  When the fuse lit, you don't see the few flip  Kick our boot up they ass and ask em if the shoe fit  Til then, they wanna see us pushin up tu-lips  Frisk my nuts so much, shit I think I'm sterile  Got up, brushed the gravel off my apparel  This girl Cheryl got parole violation  Said she was high cause of pupil dilation  If you never got arrested now since infinity  You get searched livin in this vicinity  or harassed, beat the shit out - I mean, the livin daylights  Wouldn't be no dope slangin if McDonald's paid right  They target areas of black, Chinese and Mexican  Mow you down men, or they'll find your next of kin  Whites sell more cocaine and amphetamines  but the justice sentence us, more than like to credit dem  The ruling class shifts dope to you and me  And don't get arrested, this is lunacy  or is it pimp low magic in unity  Is it a war on drugs, or just my community?    Now who gets paper and who gets perved?  Who gets slapped and who gets served?  Now this type of shit get on my last nerve  I think about it in the car and I start to swerve  Who gets paper and who gets perved?  Who gets slapped and who gets served?  Now this type of shit get on my last nerve  I think about it in the car and I start to swerve    I got a commonest plot to get the federales hot  So many cops around the block ?? Tupac  You gotta flake and two rocks, and tissues in the shoebox  Convincin after two knocks, who heard of fences in your socks?  Now this is for la gente, keep it calliente  Let's send the presidente on a one way trip to casa permanente  Not a teacher but a sensei  These rhymes are for battle plus you gotta get the rent paid  I bust the donut up in front of Wenchel's  Makin police state officials with fat bones  that's made of gristle test they torque to differential  Now it's essential, our problems ain't provincial  'fore a nurse call our bodies white chalk stencils  Broke as fuck, eatin lentils with no utensils  That type of struggle motivated my pencil  It ain't mental it's material  Police are the fist of the imperial, I'm spittin through your stereo  Babies need cereal, folks need currency  My job got a crowd wavin applications fervently  Some'll get accepted, most'll get rejected  Guess they gon' til the new prison get elected  and that'll solve they unemployment streak  They'll be makin microchips for two dollars a week  That's why they packin us in there in droves and fleets  And Channel Two gon' call it cleanin up the streets    Now who gets paper and who gets perved?  Who gets slapped and who gets served?  Now this type of shit get on my last nerve  I think about it in the car and I start to swerve  Who gets paper and who gets perved?  Who gets slapped and who gets served?  Now this type of shit get on my last nerve  I think about it in the car and I start to swerve