N.W.A SA PRIZE Lyrics

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Selected song name: N.W.A SA PRIZE
Singer Name: Eazy-E
Lyrics written by: Eazy-E

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Artist: N.W.A
T**le: Sa Prize
Album: 100 Miles And Runnin'
Year: 1990
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Intro 1
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Lyrics:

Chorus:

F**k the police! F**k f**k f**k the police!

F**k f**k f**k the police!
You're motherf**king right yo

Verse One: Dr. Dre

F**k the motherf**king police!
They don't want peace they want a n***a deceased
So he'll cease to be a problem and by the way the perform
It seems the Klan gave the white police another uniform
And yo the black police, the house n***as
They gave you a motherf**king gun, so I guess you figure
You made out, good to go, but you didn't know
They would stick your black a** back in the ghetto, yo
To kill another n***a, catch him with crack, in fact
Freebase - they put in the neighborhood in the first place
But the brothers ain't stupid, remember that
You got a gat, I got a gat, so wha**up with that
A to the motherf**kin K
The last words you hear, then the smoke appears
Tears, from your motherf**kin family
They're starin at me, but I'm goin gun happy, f**k em!
Shootin everything in sight tonight's the night to get hyped
And fight for what's wrong, f**k what's right!
And by the way, my name is Dre
So listen up motherf**ker to what I gotta say, yo
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INTRO 2
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Chorus:
F**k the police! F**k, f**k, f**k the police
F**k
F**k, f**k, f**k the police


Verse Two: Eazy-E

Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil n***a is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two kinds of people
White rich f**ks and the ones who get hara**ed like me
Pull over to the side, routine for me
Tearin up my sh*t, like they lookin for a key of cocaine
But they never find the sh*t
Ain't got nuttin better to do and nobody else to f**k wit
Thinkin everything is stolen
But can't face facts that a young black n***a's just rollin
Making more money than they ever make
Taking more sh*t than they ever take
Yo pigs are made to kill, and no regret and
Keep your hand on your weapon shoot his a** and start steppin
Cause I'm a n***a that don't give a f**k about nothin
So let me explain a lil somethin, yo
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INTRO 3
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See, I got this problem, a big problem...
Cops don't like me, so I don't like motherf**king cops
Chorus:

F**k the police! F**k, f**k, f**k the police
F**k
F**k, f**k, f**k the police


Police brutality is common in my neighborhood
That's why I hate them motherf**kers

Verse Three: MC Ren

I said f**k the police but with a little more force
And maybe now I get my point across
It's a lot here that's goin on, just open your eyes and look
Everyday a young n***a is took
Off the face of the street by a police
It's like they gotta a n***a chained on a short leash
You can't leave out the city that they shacked up
Cause if you do that's the right they got you jacked up
It's embara**in because you know they justice, but all you can do
Is say f**k this, because if you move, that's all she wrote
So what? The excuse to shoot, or they rather stomp your head
Til you're dead with the steel toe boot
Hara**in me with some kind of mind game
Actin like a n***a just was born with a gang-name
You call that right but when you're black there's no right
Some recreational sh*t was only a gang fight
So shootin at the cops was a street thing
To waste time have to explain don't do cocaine
But everything was done just for peace
To retaliate, on the f**kin police, so I'm sayin
Chorus:

F**k the police! F**k, f**k, f**k the police!
F**k
F**k the police! F**k, f**k the police!