In the Line of Duty

Listen officer, I know I got a traffic warrant

But your wife got three, so where the fuck is she?

You don't know, so you bring your personal

Problems back to your job

And every damn day you make it hard

You can't understand

When you see a black man

Rollin in a new ride

Gotta pull him over and

Gotta check the inside

Hell, who in the fuck do you claim to be?

My help or my hurt, 'cause you ain't did shit for me

See, every time I rolls

Every time I walks

Every time I breathes and every time I talks

I'm always being heard, or either being watched

By scary ass white folks or crooked ass cops

They coming, they searching

They pat me on my abs

The sons of a slave on a from the path

I laughs, knowing that these fellas must be jealous

They want our autographs but they don't know how to tell us

It's crazy the way you treat my kind

You call this your job?

The system must've brainwashed your mind

I really resent the rues a cop would use within a day

So if you talking that shit, it's in my duty to blow you away

Punk ass, rookie ass

Sissy ass mu'fuckin' police

Always in a mu'fucka's shit

Just got out the mufuckin' academy

I'm supposed to love America

But America don't love me

A son of a slave of the father of this country

Freedom wasn't meant to be a luxury for you and I

Freedom came after many influential people died

In vein, it seems

Ain't a whole lot changed

They still cracking whips and shackling up niggas mayne

Projects ain't nothing but modern day plantations

And the masters reside at the police stations

Replacing whips with berettas and clips on they hips

Quick to gang up on young brothas who make that grip

I used to think that stacking papers would eliminate

Lack of pussy to fucking police that player hate

I found out that a bitch is gonna be a bitch

And the police could give a fuck that a nigga's rich

Ol' white men from the days of the cotton pickers

Who used to ride around on pickup trucks lynching niggas

They them same peckerwoods acting like a hoe

When they see a nigga moving in next door

In front of my own home rough me up and harass me

And say you did it all in the line of duty

Coward ass police

Busters hiding behind a badge

All in a nigga's face

'Cause you can be strapped

I can be strapped too, hoe

Running with your gang

I'm running with my gang, bitch

You know what I'm saying?

You better step off this pimp shit, hoe

Here come the motherfucking plain clothes

Riding low-pro

In a fo' do', 95 Caprice

Trademark of the police

Each and every damn nigga

Wetback and Need to recognize before your mu'fuckin' ship sank

I don't think these laws got no love for minorities

This is how I know it be so fuck the majority

Pick em' out, one by one

Shoot em' down with my gun

Take em' to the woods, no mistake

Concrete shoes in the lake

I hate player hating perpetrating cops

The nerds of the school wanna run my fucking block

You wanna know my name, well trick it's MJG

So miss me with that shit, you's a BC

What in the fuck do you expect to gain

Constantly pulling me over

Constantly throwing your salt into my game

You lame, weak busters, can't do me

Especially when you're out or even in the line of duty

I ain't taking it

Police hating the shit I represent

Street sense, Glock totin'

Ripping pigs chests open

Hating them like they hating me, soon as they see

Another colored brotha flapping in some luxury

All in my ass with some gloves looking for some drugs

Dogs sniff my balls, hell naw it ain't no love

Catch you slipping on your off day and spray your ass

Into the past as fire up one and hit the gas

I never did it but them busters make me wanna do it

Pull out the tech in a sec and leave em in the street wet

But that won't solve nothing

All that'll do is get me time

So I choose to write this rhyme and diss them hoes in every line

Sometimes, my mind wonders would the world be shocked

If we all did like Pac and bust at cops when we got stopped

Bet you shit would straiten up and start flying right

Bitch, it's judgement night

In the line of duty

What the fuck y'all punk motherfuckers looking for?

What the fuck do you see?

Shit

A goddamn thing

Talkin' bout what the fuck you smell

It ain't here

Bitch, you can't prove shit

Leave me the fuck alone, goddamn it

Is my tags out of date, hoe?

Hell naw, goddamn it

Do I got a motherfucking traffic warrant?

Fuck naw

Am I on your motherfucking warrant list?

Naw, bitch

So why the fuck you all up in my motherfucking shit, goddamn it?

I can't help it because your motherfucking wife's pussy ain't hitting right, goddamn it

I can't help it because your son made straight F's, goddamn it

I ain't got shit to do with that shit, goddamn it

I can't help it because you ain't paid the mortgage yet, bitch

You ain't got to put that shit out on me, hoe

I ain't got no record goddamn it

I ain't been to jail, you giving me motherfucking hell, hoe

Get out my shit, stay out my shit