In The Line Of Duty Lyrics & Chords By 8ball & Mjg

[MJG]
Listen officer I know I got a traffic warrant
But yo wife got 3. So where the fuck is she?
You don't know
So you bring your personal problems back to your job
And every damn day you make it hard
You can't understand when you see a black man
Rollin in a new ride gotta pull him over and
Gotta check the inside, Hell
Who in the fuck do you claim to be?
My help or my hurt cause you ain't did shit for me
See, every time I rolls and every time I walks
Every time I breathe and every time I talks
I'm always being heard or either being watched
By scary as white folks or crooked ass cops
They comin' they searchin'
They pat me on my ass
The sons of a slave owner's son from the past
I laughs, knowing that these fellas must be jealous
They want our autographs but they don't know how to tell us
It's crazy the way you treat my kind
You call this your job?
The system must have brainwashed your mind
I really resent the rules a cop abuse within a day
So if you keep talking that shit
Is it my duty to blow you away?

[MJG]
Punk ass, rookie ass, sissy ass motherfuckin' police.
Always in as motherfucker's shit
I just got out the motherfucking county

[8BALL]
I'm supposed to love America
But Amerikkka don't love me
The son of the slave of the father of this country
Free wasn't meant to be a luxury for you and I
Freedom came after many influential people died
In vain it seems, ain't a whole lot changed
They still crackin' whips and shacklin' up niggaz mayne
Projects ain't nothing but modern day plantations
And the masters reside at the police station
Replacing whips with berettas and clips on they hips
Quick to gang up on young brothas who make that grip
I used to think that stackin' papers would eliminate
lack of pussy to fuck and police that playa hate
I found out that a bitch is gonna be a bitch
And the police could give a fuck that a nigga'z rich
Old white men from the days of the cotton pickers
That used to ride around on pickup trucks lynching niggaz
That's them same peckrwoods actin' like a hoe
When they see a nigga moving in next door
In front of my own home rough me up and harass me
And say they did it all in the line of duty

[8BALL]
Coward ass police
Bustaz hiding behind a badge
All in a nigga face, cause you can bee strapped
I can be strapped too hoe!
Running with your gang
I'm runnin' with my gang bitch!
You know what I'm sayin'?
You betta steep off this Pimp shit hoe!

[MJG]
Here come the motherfucking plain clothes
Riding low-pro in a 4-door '95 Caprice
Trade mark of the police
Each and every damn Nigga, Wetback, and Hu Chank
Need to recognize 'fore your motherfucking ship sank
I don't think these laws have no love for minority
This is how I know it be
So FUCK the Majority!
Pick 'em out 1 by 1
Shoot 'em down with my gun
Take 'em to the woods no mistake
Concrete shoes in the lake!
I Hate playa hatin' perpetratin' cops!
The nerds of the school wanna run my fuckin' block
You wanna know my name well trick it's MJG
So miss me with that shit PST you'z a beast see
What in the fuck do you expect to gain?
Constantly pullin' me over
Constantly throwing your salt into my game
You lame, Weak Bustaz, can't do me
Especially when you're out or even in the line of duty

[8BALL]
I aint takin' it
Police hatin' the shit I represent
STREET SENSE, GLOCK TOTIN', RIPPIN' PIG'S CHESTS OPEN
Hatin' them like they hate me soon as they see
Another colored brother flappin in some luxury!
All in my ass with some gloves looking for some drugs
Dogs sniff my balls Hell Naw it ain't no love
Catch you slippin on your off-day and Spray yo ass!
Into thee past as I fire up one and hit the gas
I never did it but them bustaz make me wanna do it
Pull out the Tech in a sec'
And leave them in the street wet
But that won't solve nothing
All that'll do is get me time
So I choose to write this rhyme
And dick them hoes in every line
Sometimes, my mind wonders would the world be shocked
If we all did like Pac
And bucked cops when we got stopped
Betcha shit straighten up and start flying right
Bitch it's judgement night
In the line of duty

[MJG]
WTF y'all punk motherfuckers lookin' for?
WTF do you see?
Shit, gotdamn thang!
Talking about WTF you smell.
It ain't here, Bitch!
You can't prove shit!
Leave me the fuck alone, gotdamnit
Is my tags outta date hoe? hell nah gotdamnit
Do I gotta motherfucking traffic warrant? Fuck naw
Am I on yo motherfuckin' warrant list? Nah Bitch
So why thee fuck you all up in my motherfuckin' shit gotdamnit?
I can't help it cause your wife pussy aint hittin' right gotdamnit
I can't help it cause your son made straight F's gotdamnit
I ain't got shit to do wit that shit gotdamnit
I can't help it cause you ain't paid the mortgage yet bitch!
You ain't gotta put that shit out on me hoe!
I ain't got no record gotdamnit
I ain't been to jail you givin me motherfuckin hell hoe!
Get out my shit. Stay out my shit!