Artist: Geto Boys Album: Till Death Do Us Part Song: Crooked Officer Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch (Dyin from bullet wounds to the chest) [ VERSE 1: Scarface ] I'm sick of you hoes tryin to run mine I'm comin with a gun line runnin after one time I got a grudge against you blue suits Black suits, white suits and state troops That's the way you made us Send a nigga to the penitentiary is how you play us Lock us up for the summer Took the nigga's name away and passed his ass a number Just because you legally pack a gat, man Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man Especially you black cops, you let your gats pop Because them honkies got you brainwashed So now we come to new dealings Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peelings I'm cuttin shit short Ain't no fillin out reports Cause you ain't makin it to court I'm lettin freedom ring From the hole in my glock, for fuckin off Rodney King It ain't nothin you can ask us And since justice is blind, I'ma buy the bitch some glasses Wake the fuck up, chucks I'm comin after yo ass Crooked officer [ CHORUS: Big Mike ] Mr. Officer, crooked officer I wanna put your ass in a coffin, sir Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long It's time to grab my motherfuckin nine and get it on Mr. Officer, crooked officer I wanna put your ass in a coffin, sir Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long It's time to grab my motherfuckin shit and get it on [ VERSE 2: Bushwick Bill ] Oh Mr. Officer, crooked officer, what's happenin? You beat another black man's ass and now you're high cappin Friend, do I have to move to River Oaks And bleach my fuckin skin so I can look like these white folks? Just to get some assistance Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent Cause you wanna harass me Yeah, and if I talk back you wanna bust my black ass, G Just like Rodney King But if you try that shit with me, its gonna be a different scene Try to pull me over on a dark road But I'll be damned if I don't grab my nine and unload Until every blue shirt turns red You heard what I said I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead So you better start pickin out your coffin, sir Cause I'm comin after your ass... [ CHORUS: Big Mike ] [ VERSE 3: Big Mike ] Momma called me up the other day, I got a warrant Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went Said I shot a nigga the other night at a party Lyin out they ass, I was at home drinkin 40s Coolin with my niggas playin dominoes in the kitchen A big black nigga did the killin and I fit the description Yeah, and you know they think all black niggas look alike So now they got the flashlight lookin for Big Mike Jackin niggas up tryin to capture me Coppers wanna gaffle me Tryin to put bullets into the back of me Time and time again I told them I didn't do it And they knew it, but they still pursued it So them motherfuckers blew So now I'm about to grab my shit And put them son of a bitches six feet under Cause I'm sick of runnin from them motherfuckers Turnin tables cause I'm able, I ain't fallin victim Time to play a game, see the police, watch me stick 'em Cause I ain't runnin from a p-o-l-i-c-e Any motherfuckin t-i-m-e They'll have to g-e-t me Off the s-e-t in my h-double o-d Fuckin around with the B-i-g They'll be in a g-r-a-v-e [ CHORUS: Big Mike ]