jiggy com in

Phone rings twice*
Hello?
(arabic voice) you have a collect call phone call
In a new york state correctional facility
Press five five to accept, or hang up to decline
Verse one:
Whattup gangstas, how tha fuck yall feel
We keepin it real, and hold on tight to your steel
Let them caps peel, one by one
And laugh while the nig run
He shoulda been packin his gun, now he gone
Cuz he got slippin like an old bitch
In the wet staircase shaft, now watch his man snitch
To tha police, but them no worry me son
I aint trying to get back itd be my third felony
Pataki he want to see us, criminals fry
In the electric chair, but my spirit will never die
A true project nigga, i wont hesitate
To pull the blaow, peace to all busy niggaz
One love yall stay safe
And fuck you, officer brown, peace to that nigga case
Chorus: repeat 4x
Whoo whoo
Jiggy comin, fuck tha police yall, cuz i aint runnin
Verse two:
All yall police can suck my diiiiiiick
And mayor gulliani, that cracker boy full of shit
I represent, for all my niggaz doing time
And those who got beat up and killed by the swine
Beo-tches, them porks, beotch
Them think them bad, cuz they carry, glocks and badges
And when im pimpin in my green acura
They pull me over, like i stole it from some nigga
But all my paperwork is legit
Registered insured in my name, so yall pigs can shit
Police be cockin me like im some dime piece
A g from the street so i can never turn beast
Chorus
Verse three:
Theres crooked cops, thats why they get shot by tha minute
If you were criminal and you ready to represent, kid
Blaow, thats how i like it, word is bond
My hair aint blonde my eyes aint blue so now im dead boo
Its on like this is war, all my brothers in the hood
I gots fam thats constant understand i wish they would
But its all good, peace to my niggaz locked in jail
Bushy kam, killa kane, fogey foo, and ale
Down low wrecka and junior be on storm
Keep your headz up, and keep it real cuz you know im gonna
And for my niggaz doin six months
I see yo ass next summer, word up
Chorus