[VERSE 1]
Yo, on the scene is the brother that's big, I'm not a little kid
I'm a nig who don't dig a mutha$#&@in pig

Cause to me they ain't nothin but harassers
That misuse they badges to whip ^!$$%s' $$#es
Then one day they slow rolled through the hood

With the .38s @@#!ed, 2 deep, up to no good
They say that my skin was black so they attacked
Threw me on the back and stuck a gat to my $#&@in cap

One murdered my man like it was okay
For the life he ended he got suspended with no pay
But if a man woulda took the cop life, he woulda got life

And never again see the street lights, and that's trife
Around my way they shot many teens
And them cops better stop, or I'ma stop em, by any means

The Big L won't hesitate to cold diss em
And if you ask me, mutha$#&@ the whole system
There are too many young black brothers doin life bids

Cause justice means 'just us white kids'
So take heed to the rhymes I kick
I'm about to flip, cause I'm fed up with that bull%#@!


I'm fed up with that bull%#@! (bull%#@!)
I'm fed up with that bull%#@! (bull%#@!)

I'm fed up with that bull%#@! (bull%#@!)
I'm fed up (Aw, %#@!)


[VERSE 2]
Whether it's the hot, warm, cool or cold season
Pigs be $#&@in with a ^!$$% for no reason

You're just gettin home from work
And gotta get searched and treated like dirt by a $#&@in jerk
^!$$%s in the streets got tough luck

First they get cuffed up
Then get roughed up, and that's $#&@ed up
This every day, not every other week

Listen when this brother speak
Mutha$#&@ turnin the other cheek
Or you'll be layin in a pine box

Bad enough they got .38s, now them clowns gettin nine glocks
I'm not only fed up with the cops
I'm only fed up with them punk-ass cab drivers who don't stop

They don't care if it's snowin
First they slow down, then they see your skin is brown, then they keep goin
Cause I wasn't white, the cab took flight

But I caught him at the light
And put a bullet right through his windpipe
I keep a tool with a full clip, the trigger I pull quick

Cause I'm fed up with that bull%#@!