[Boots] E, look man look
[E-Roc] Yeah wassup man
[B] It`s that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospital
Hey pull over, come on
[E] Coup let`s with this hamhock motherfucker, there we go
[B] Hey pig, yeah, remember me?
Verse One: Boots
I know you motherfucker, know where you live
You`re the cop that knocked in my partner Greg Wiggins` ribs
And it wasn`t in a trip cause he`s 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 son`s up in double-rock
And it don`t stop to the funky beat
Till my people get together and kick you pigs off the street
I grit my teeth why can`t 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
I`m in the back of your car with a bruise or laceration
You`re in the hood and it`s one more disaster
We know you`re here to protect and serve the master
Next time you roll through push the gas a little faster
I`ll 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 I`m 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 what`s your role in my elimination?
Ain`t got a choir so it sure ain`t one of salvation
But if I sung you a song it`d 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 you`d better cease before I put a cap in your ass
Cause I know you
Chorus x2
(Now let me tell ya`ll this little little story
This little piggy once came to Oaktown
See, cause this little piggy had a gun
This little piggy`s 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 I`ve risen
I`m given rations on the first and fifteenth
Just so I won`t be out organizing in the street
And so I`m beaten in the court with charges trumped, see
My eyes is swollen and my nose looks like Humpty`s
But I`m not laughing cause I`ll 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 you`ll never learn
Step three, throw `em on the ground
Step four, kick `em of course)
But there`s an error in your reign of terror and the end is near
We ain`t 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, they`ll have to fuck you down
Assuming the position that you`ll 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 I`m assuming the position)
