I'm sick of you hoes tryin to run mine  
 i'm comin with a good line  
 Runnin after one time  
 I got a grudge against you blue suits  
 Black suits  white suits and state troops  
 That's the way you made us  
 Sent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play us  
 Lock us up for the summer  
 took the brother's name away and passed us as a number  
 Just because you legally pack a gack man  
 Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man  
 Especially you black cops  
 you let your gacks pop  
 Because them honkies got you brainwashed  
 Now we come to new dealings  
 Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peeling  
 I'm cuttin shit short  
 Ain't no fillin out reports  
 Cause you ain't makin it to court  
 I'm lettin freedom ring  
 From the hole in my glock, for fuckin off Rodney King  
 It ain't shit that you can ask us  
 And since justice is blind, I'm gone buy the bitch some glasses  
 Wake the fuck up chumps  
 I'm comin after your ass  
 Crooked officer  
  
 Chorus:  
  
 Mr. Officer, crooked officer  
 I wanna put your ass in a coffin sir  
 Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long  
 It's time to grab my motherfuckin shit and get it on  
  
 Bushwick:  
  
 Oh Mr. Officer, crooked officer what's happening  
 You beat another black man's ass and now you high tapping friend  
 Do I have to move to River Oaks  
 And bleach my fuckin skin so I can look like these white folks  
 Just to get some assistance  
 Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent  
 cause you wanna harass me yeah  
 And if I talk back you wanna bust my black ass G  
 Just like Rodney King  
 But if you try that shit with me, its gonna be a different scene  
 Try to pull me over on a dark road  
 But I'll be damned if I don't grab my nine and unload  
 Until every blue shirt turns red  
 You heard what I said  
 I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead  
 So you better start pickin out your coffin sir  
 Cause I'm comin after your ass  
  
 Chorus:  
  
 Big Mike:  
  
 Momma called me up the pther day i got a warrant  
 Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went  
 Say I shot a nigga the other night at a party  
 Lieing out they ass I was at home drinkin 40s  
 Coolin with my niggas playin dominoes in the kitchen  
 A big black nigga did the killin and I'm fittin the description  
 And you know they think all black niggas look alike  
 so now they got the flashlight lookin for Big Mike  
 Jackin niggas up tryin to capture me  
 Coppers wanna gaffle me  
 Tryin to put bullets into the back of me  
 Time and time again i told them I didn't do it  
 And they knew it  
 But they still pursued it  
 So them motherfuckers blew  
 So now I'm about to grab my shit  
 And put them son of a bitches six feet under  
 Cause I'm sick of runnin from you motherfuckers  
 turnin tables cause i'm able I ain't fallin victim  
 Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick them  
 Cause I ain't runnin from the p-o-l-i-c-e never  
 Motherfuckin t-i-m-e of day  
 they'll have to g-u-t a me  
 Off the s-e-t  
 And my h double o d  
 Fuckin around with the B-I-G  
 You'll be in a g-r-a-v-e