Don't open it no, no, we don'tNo, no, we don'tF***ar undercover No, no, we don'tNo, no, we don'tI ride dirty through the city streetsGotta watch my back for these punk ass copsTryna creep, fuckin' with usIt ain't no use tryna get rid of usWe marchin' strong by the millions with even more gunsWhere you see us posted on the blockIt's still 187 on the motherfuckin' cop in that gang unitWe gon' shoot you while we bang to this* that bus backHave them blue suits, shoot through, shoot these pigs upLet them bitches know we got big gunsBigger than that Glock with more shotsI'll probably let them have it if they tryShowin' up at the robbery I've been plannin'* the po-po, book them all with a 4-4Cause I ain't goin' back to jail no more10 o'clock news, another cop got shotAnd it was just supposed to be another routine stopBut ain't no witness, now they need help from the publicBut I tell them * that, eat a dick, bitch, suck itCrooked ass, corrupted motherfucker anywayBeen saying * the police since N.W.A.And since then ain't nothin' realReally changed, hoeBut today, it takes a motherfuckerTo catch a wuss on tapeTo let em know it's no loveDumb-slug's and no peaceI dedicate this * to the punk policeMOTHERFUCKERNo, no, we don't love themF**k the pigsNo, no, we don't love themCrooked copsNo, no, we don't love themF**k the fedsNo, no, we don't love themF**k the undercoverNo, we don't love themF**k the pigsNo, no, we don't love themCrooked copsNo, no, we don't love themF**k the fedsNo, no, we don't love them* a undercover, bitch* the motherfuckin' Maywood, cut a APDLAPDHP gang unit, * you tooNiggas sureBell Garden gang unit, * them allAin't no love for a punk with a gun and a badgeAin't got a want, but they still tryna run in my pathTryna see me cuffed up, you got me * upI'm back out on the streets, kickin' dust upAiming at your chest, spittin' cop killersGoin' through your vestTakin' off on your ass, resistin' arrestThis death to these punk cops, blastin' buck shotsFor tryna raid my drug spotsBlaze that bug, got me feelin' chillin'Anxious to do the killin'I had these pigs blood spillin'Chillin' with the thug felonDrug sellin', packin' pistol with extended clipsEvery gangster in the hood, gon' bang to thisBump it loud for these bitch-ass copsWe gon' bang for life, till the casket dropTryna * with me just cause I'm tryna hustle up a meal ticketGo to the hood and still kick itGot the block hot, in the post post creepin'Hold up, they tryna roll up and pull me over for no reasonAskin' me some bullshitQuestions, how you been arrested?Yeah, for a firearm possessionKeep a weapon close byCause I bang with that L.A. *It's the bullets still bangin' the JIf you wanna know, bitchNo need to roll thickAnd if these suckas gon' tripI'ma loadin' the whole clipNo, no, we don't love emNo, no, we don't love emNo, no, we don't love emNo, no, we don't love emNo, no, we don't love emNo, no, we don't love emNo, no, we don't love emNo, no, we don't love em* the undercover