Ese.

Thirty.

Andree

Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground

A young brother got it bad cause' I am brown

and not another color

some police think

they have the authority to kill a minority

fuck that shit cause I ain't the one

for a punk motherfucker with a badge and a gun

to be beaten on and thrown in jail

we can go toe to toe in the middle of a cell

fuckin' with me cause i'm a teenager

with a little bit of gold and a pager

searchin' my car, lookin' for the product

thinkin' every brother is selling narcotics

You would rather see me in the pen

than me and Lorenzo rollin'  in a benz-o

beat up police, out of shape

and when i'm finished, bring the yellow tape

to tape off the scene of the slaughter

still gettin' swoll off bread and water

I do not know if they fags or what

search a brother down and grabbing his nuts

and on the other hand

without a gun, they can't get none

but don't let it be a black and white one

cause they will slam ya down to the street top

Black police showin' out for the white cop

Ice cube will swarm

or any motherfucker in a blue uniform

just cause I am from the NYC

Punk police are afraid of me, huh

A young brother on the warpath

and when I finish, it is going to be a bloodbath

of cops dying in L.A

Yo, Dre, I got somethin' to say...

The chorus went on from 'Fuck the Police' by N.W.A and I felt all eyes on me.

"Hold up, stop the motherfucking song!" Jay yelled.

The song stopped and I finally snapped back into reality. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jay asked. "You was supposed to rap the chrous, and the next verse."

"Sorry, I was out of it."

"You want me start it back up?" Minnie asked.

"Nah, fuck it." Greg growled.

"Man, shut the fuck up!" I snapped. "You dudes are acting like bitches, forreal."

"We're acting like bitches?" Jay asked, as he pointed to himself. "You're acting like a bitch, over a bitch!"