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PLIES lyrics : "I Kno U Workin'"

[Chorus:]
Ol' police $$# ^!$$%, dawg I know you workin
Tryin to set a (*##$ up, gone make a ^!$$% hurt em

That ^!$$% poison dawg, a (*##$ need to murk em
What the f**k you mean ^!$$% I know you workin [x2]


[Verse 1:]
That ^!$$% name all through a (*##$ black and white
That ^!$$% told them crakers %#@! that they didnt that even ask

Went FEDs, got out and acted like it's alright
That ^!$$% you snitched on, %#@! them crakers gave em life
You know that f**k ^!$$% the police and you and that ^!$$% tight

Ridin wit that f**k ^!$$% like that ^!$$% right
A birds of a feather flock together yall just alike
And yall copy from the f**k ^!$$% and buyin pipe

How you gone break bread wit a ^!$$%, dawg you know you trif
These ^!$$%s go from real to f**k ^!$$%s over night
You can't flip it now you police for life

And stay from around me f**k ^!$$% you aint my type

[Chorus:]

Ol' police $$# ^!$$%, dawg I know you workin
Tryin to set a (*##$ up, gone make a ^!$$% hurt em
That ^!$$% poison dawg, a (*##$ need to murk em

What the f**k you mean ^!$$% I know you workin [x2]

[Verse 2:]

And how I feel ^!$$% I might wack you on the high
Since you can't seem to close yo #[email protected] $$# mouth
You Got ^!$$% spooked ^!$$%s scared to go to trial

See yall police $$# ^!$$%s came back in style
Settin ^!$$%s you #[email protected] ^!$$%s gone wild
Brokin ^!$$%s off takin ^!$$%s from they child

I want to kill all you [email protected]#( put ya all in a pile
In every click it's a potential snitch hangin 'round
Got the fxck from around you ^!$$%s, moved out of town

^!$$% you stay too long ^!$$% ya fed bound
A ^!$$% that told on his brother to knock his time down
^!$$% you tell on one of my peoples Im gunnin ya $$# down


[Chorus:]
Ol' police $$# ^!$$%, dawg I know you workin

Tryin to set a (*##$ up, gone make a ^!$$% hurt ya
That ^!$$% poison dawg, a (*##$ need to murk em
What the f**k you mean ^!$$% I know you workin [x2]


[Verse 3:]
Tell ya son the truth ^!$$% his daddy's a #[email protected]

If you was real you would have got ya little time and took it
Instead of being a soulja fxck ^!$$% you turned cookie
You think this snitchin %#@!t sweet, you really think you whippin

You gone come home one night a (*##$ gone be in them bushes
Them crackers aint gone be able to protect yo $$# then #[email protected]
So why you roamin these streets ^!$$% you betta be lookin

Fo that ^!$$% snitched on ya people dawg dont givin no cushion
Murk that #[email protected] $$# ^!$$% nawl dont whippin
You took yo people life so his life needs to be tooken

Them choppa bullets through his head, where you need to put them
Dead or livin fxck ^!$$% you'll forever be #[email protected]


[Chorus out:]
Ol' police $$# ^!$$%, dawg I know you workin
Tryin to set a (*##$ up, gone make a ^!$$% hurt ya

That ^!$$% poison dawg, a (*##$ need to murk em
What the f**k you mean ^!$$% I know you workin [x2]

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