[Sadat X]

Cool-ass Al, he got a badge from the neighborhood yo

Fly police car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now check it out

Now Al used to rob, used to smoke, used to steal

and he rolled a mean game of dice

A factor boostin he was nice as he proved on the daily tip

at Macy's, he and this kid up in Lacy's

Throw his head to blow when he turned into a Fed

I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his head

There's two fit ill, glock cops, with passion

Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes

Another brother, a sister or somebody's pops

And when I see Al, he never stops

unless it's to make an arrest

He can't kick it, unless he writes a ticket

He got a nasty way, attitude everyday

It makes me kinda mad cause I really can't hit him

But brothers scheamin to get him

(Shoot 'im inna de busta bumba claat)

At any level the worst devil is a black one

And if you see one you gots to attack 'um

One day, I had the cell lit, up on Lewis Park

Cool Al appears, backs up, fresh Clarks

It's a hot day black, and the sun's beamin down

but I gotta get on the ground?

You're, sworn to whitey, do you think that you're mighty?

You take the honor of bein the black Bull Carter

It's a shame cause use done out your righteous name

for a little rank and more fame

You're whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump

so instead of warnin brothers, better hide and take the picture

You know the brothers wanna hit ya

("Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!")

So carry your gun, especially off duty

Don't forget that there's a price on the booty

Hidin upstate won't make you safe

By the way, are you of Christian faith?

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