Don't open it no, no, we don't
No, no, we don't
F***ar undercover No, no, we don't
No, no, we don't
I ride dirty through the city streets
Gotta watch my back for these punk ass cops
Tryna creep, fuckin' with us
It ain't no use tryna get rid of us
We marchin' strong by the millions with even more guns
Where you see us posted on the block
It's still 187 on the motherfuckin' cop in that gang unit
We gon' shoot you while we bang to this
* that bus back
Have them blue suits, shoot through, shoot these pigs up
Let them bitches know we got big guns
Bigger than that Glock with more shots
I'll probably let them have it if they try
Showin' up at the robbery I've been plannin'
* the po-po, book them all with a 4-4
Cause I ain't goin' back to jail no more
10 o'clock news, another cop got shot
And it was just supposed to be another routine stop
But ain't no witness, now they need help from the public
But I tell them * that, eat a dick, bitch, suck it
Crooked ass, corrupted motherfucker anyway
Been saying * the police since N.W.A.
And since then ain't nothin' real
Really changed, hoe
But today, it takes a motherfucker
To catch a wuss on tape
To let em know it's no love
Dumb-slug's and no peace
I dedicate this * to the punk police
MOTHERFUCKER
No, no, we don't love them
F**k the pigs
No, no, we don't love them
Crooked cops
No, no, we don't love them
F**k the feds
No, no, we don't love them
F**k the undercover
No, we don't love them
F**k the pigs
No, no, we don't love them
Crooked cops
No, no, we don't love them
F**k the feds
No, no, we don't love them

* a undercover, bitch
* the motherfuckin' Maywood, cut a APD
LAPD
HP gang unit, * you too
Niggas sure
Bell Garden gang unit, * them all
Ain't no love for a punk with a gun and a badge
Ain't got a want, but they still tryna run in my path
Tryna see me cuffed up, you got me * up
I'm back out on the streets, kickin' dust up
Aiming at your chest, spittin' cop killers
Goin' through your vest
Takin' off on your ass, resistin' arrest
This death to these punk cops, blastin' buck shots
For tryna raid my drug spots
Blaze that bug, got me feelin' chillin'
Anxious to do the killin'
I had these pigs blood spillin'
Chillin' with the thug felon
Drug sellin', packin' pistol with extended clips
Every gangster in the hood, gon' bang to this
Bump it loud for these bitch-ass cops
We gon' bang for life, till the casket drop
Tryna * with me just cause I'm tryna hustle up a meal ticket
Go to the hood and still kick it
Got the block hot, in the post post creepin'
Hold up, they tryna roll up and pull me over for no reason
Askin' me some bullshit
Questions, how you been arrested?
Yeah, for a firearm possession
Keep a weapon close by
Cause I bang with that L.A. *
It's the bullets still bangin' the J
If you wanna know, bitch
No need to roll thick
And if these suckas gon' trip
I'ma loadin' the whole clip
No, no, we don't love em
No, no, we don't love em
No, no, we don't love em
No, no, we don't love em
No, no, we don't love em
No, no, we don't love em
No, no, we don't love em
No, no, we don't love em
* the undercover