Down in the ghetto, real
****** stand together
Me and my 2nd in charge had an
alibi that breezed us on through
Sued the NY Times and their racist news
for they had no clue about us
The judge winked us both off and
later was paid what he was due
Corrupt, corrupt judiciary
The reasons for this are mostly monetary
No questions ... it’s just customary

While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too
Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes
They were askin’ ‘bout, tryin’ to cash in, all da time
What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’
a little bread on da side
No questions ... it’s just customary

I then asked a judge, why doesn’t the NY Times
take a bribe, so they don’t need to report all da crimes
I listened with intrigue and right away I saw the signs
Then my eyes closed tighter, as I hear what he describes
Judiciary started callin’ and Popo’s started fallin’
Shhhush . . . it’s just customary

While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too
Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes
They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time
What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’
a little bread on da side
No questions ... it’s just customary

Well the New York Times is owned by the Irish
and not by a wealthy enclave of Jews
I think I just made my very last mistake
He fired a pistol from under his robe
and shot me to da ground
And I heard him sayin’ “Never **** with da men in da gown”
Corrupt, corrupt judiciary
The reasons for this are mostly monetary
I’d asked to many questions ... it’s just customary

While the Judges, Lawyers, Popo’s, too
Lookin’ for a way to make a few extra dimes
They were askin’ ‘bout tryin’ to cash in, all da time
What judge or man wouldn’t agree ‘bout raisin’
a little bread on da side
No questions ... it’s just customary.

Blue and red flashing through his window
Ran away from the popo
Gasping
Cause' his wind's low
A loser in jail
But he has a chance
He could win though
Opened the door
And let the wind blow

Howling of the hound
Front door down
Police get in
Guess what?
No sound
Fast footsteps on the ground
Of the young **** who was bound
To be in school
But he took it like a joke
Ha ha
Pro clown

Running through the bush
Blood hounds behind
Adrenaline pumped by the fear
Running in his mind
Yeah he was cruel minded
But his love was one of a kind
This love was caused by the one inside....
Of the bag

Using...
Helicopter spotlights
Geographical spot heights
Cause' they knew this criminal was not light
What they were doing was not right
After a while he took a shot right
Through his heart then his eyes went low
Like smoking *** sight

The police surrounded the lying body
Blood on the floor
Bullets in his leg, arm, shoulder
And in his heart was number four
This time the popo were raw
No smackdown just *******
Dead was the ****
Everyone was sure

After a while of silence
After a while of pure silence
A crying voice went out
Everyone knew it
No doubt

One of them opened the bag
It was a lady
No one thought it would be possible
It was a baby

My mama said its just a phase
I just wanna get you high
Look at the bright lights
Pop a pill now I'm zoning
in the sky make you fly
sip slow on that poison
not sure where I'm goin
I'm dialated
the popo keeps starin at us
the locals keep glarin at us
these beans keep me near sighted
that *** got me so excited
I bite the bullet
I keep the rifle close
I got the spins
but I got to fight it
but I think I'm losin my mind
but it could be worse
I'm sure that I'm fine
as I check the time
I cant remember the night
I pay the price of giving my life
flying up high
and they all around me
**** *******, some bomb *** ****
mixin up my potion
marijuana stay potent
pop a pill now im zoning
I'm zoning, zoning