Testo I know you The Coup

I know you

[boots] e, look man look
[e-roc] yeah wassup man
[b] its that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospital
Hey pull over, come on
[e] coup lets with this hamhock motherfucker, there we go
[b] hey pig, yeah, remember me?

Verse one: boots

I know you motherfucker, know where you live
Youre the cop that knocked in my partner greg wiggins ribs
And it wasnt in a trip cause hes not a dealer or a pimp
But now he walks with a permanent limp
And pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked
Walcy hawkins and her sons up in double-rock
And it dont stop to the funky beat
Till my people get together and kick you pigs off the street
I grit my teeth why cant I be like rodney with a camcorder?
Seems we need one every time you get a court order
Or pull me over in order to check identification
Im in the back of your car with a bruise or laceration
Youre in the hood and its one more disaster
We know youre here to protect and serve the master
Next time you roll through push the gas a little faster
Ill turn your blue suit purple, bastard
Cause

Chorus x2
I know you motherfucker
(everywhere I turn)
I know you motherfucker
(everywhere I turn)
I know you motherfucker
(everywhere I turn Im assuming the position)

Verse two: e-roc

I know you motherfucker, footprints in my door
On my back, on my head, through my house and once more
You called my mother a hoe, you threw my brother in a headlock
You did this to about six thousands on the block
Say you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspire
Hmm...but you work with a supplier
So I inquire whats your role in my elimination?
Aint got a choir so it sure aint one of salvation
But if I sung you a song itd be of damnation
Cause all they do is let me sing in this damn nation
Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, how many kids have you killed today?
Pig, now I realize our relation
Your occupation is to keep me in occupation
How many brothers have you left in a cast?
How many graves have you made in the past?
Useless! not my task to even ask
But youd better cease before I put a cap in your ass
Cause I know you

Chorus x2

(now let me tell yall this little little story
This little piggy once came to oaktown
See, cause this little piggy had a gun
This little piggys gun was smoking
Cause this little piggy shot my son
This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell!
Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha ha

Verse three: boots

I know you motherfucker, my face prints in your knuckles
Hit my head back to the rear and I can hear my knees buckle
And you chuckle...as the blow blurred my vision
You make a game trying to tame me for colonialism
The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison
No chains or fences here so you can make me think Ive risen
Im given rations on the first and fifteenth
Just so I wont be out organizing in the street
And so Im beaten in the court with charges trumped, see
My eyes is swollen and my nose looks like humptys
But Im not laughing cause Ill take a bath in this one
The judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hung
I never swung, I got the dung kicked out my ass
Like o.p.d. was using me for beat the nigger class

(step one, put the handcuffs on
Step two, say something like nigger youll never learn
Step three, throw em on the ground
Step four, kick em of course)

But theres an error in your reign of terror and the end is near
We aint non-violent no more so get your riot gear
Stand in fear and guard your rear as we gather round
And fuck you up so much, theyll have to fuck you down
Assuming the position that youll have to wear a bullet-proof vest
On your vest, I suggest you change your address
Cause we know you

(x2)

We know you motherfucker
(everywhere I turn)
We know you motherfucker
(everywhere I turn)
We know you motherfucker
(everywhere I turn Im assuming the position)