Now Watch 'Em Drop

Ganksta NIP

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    Crooked cops
    Crooked cops
    See how they drop
    See how they drop
    They pull me over to check my ride
    I pull out my nine, and three of em died
    I promised to never let one slide
    The crooked cops
    Bitches

    Kill a crooked cop
    Mi say mi killin a crooked cop
    Mi killin a crooked cop
    Now watch em drop
    Now watch em drop [x2]

    Yeah
    '93, peace to the streets
    The cops will soon be deceased

    I'm havin thoughts of Rodney King, so I gotta click on a crooked cop
    Decisions have been made, they ass gotta drop
    Get your glock, no warnin shot, if you punks try to block
    Hollow points to they hand's joint, they turn into flesh lop
    Yeah, them muthafuckas think a psycho is jokin
    Crooked cops on the loose, fuck a truce, bust they head open
    Check it, in '93 they gotta raise out the hood
    Or feel a million .380s blazin like firewood
    Once upon a time on the M.L.K.-strip
    Five-o started harassin, brought that shit upon Ganksta NIP
    That nigga was full of weed. and ready to blast
    H.K., 50 rounds, two cops down from the near crash
    Rolled up, they tried to make a psycho fold up
    But hold up ( *shots* ) the Tec had shit sowed up
    Yo, jetted fast after the blast with the mask
    66 of em died, trick didn't even have to ask

    Now buck em down
    Mi say mi killin a crooked cop
    Mi killin a crooked cop
    Now watch em drop
    Now watch em drop

    Mi want to kill a crooked cop, cause they beat me down
    Real niggas gather up and run they ass out of town
    They have no muthafuckin business rollin in our hood

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    Pop-pop with the glock, the Tec-9 sounds
    Keep on fillin up the clip until they fall to the ground
    And when he fall to the ground, take two steps back
    Then take your knife, chop his head with a axe

    Fuck em, they ain't shit, they got nines, we got nines
    They have a few good men, we have black, strong hood-long lines
    Of gangsta-ass murderers, ex-cons
    Three-time-losers, pull out your fire arms
    Field niggas hyped up, and ready to win
    Clear the streets with the Uzis, break our o.g.'s out the pen
    Round em up, now we think on the same level
    Let's put our minds together, now let's click on the fuckin devil

    Now buck em down
    Mi say mi killin a crooked cop
    Mi killin a crooked cop
    Now watch em drop
    Now watch em drop
    Now watch em drop
    Now watch em drop
    Mi killin a crooked cop
    Now watch em drop
    Now watch em drop

    S.P.C.

    We got to make these cops raise they ass out of South Park
    It's getting worser every day by day, so they kill us after dark
    But if we get our minds together we can overcome
    So every nigga old enough, go out and buy a gun
    Muthafucka

    Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot to kill
    All those crooked cops
    Load up your x-can and spray, spray, spray
    And we'll make they bitch-ass drop
    Muthafucka
    They aren't really know if we click that they ass cannot win
    [shots] ...with the Tec, and you'll never have to worry about em again

    Mi killin a crooked cop
    Mi say mi killin a crooked cop
    Mi say mi killin a crooked cop
    Now watch em drop
    Now watch em drop [x2]

    Now watch them hoes drop

    S.P.C.

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