Pigs - Guilty Simpson

Whoo-ooh

Pig!

FREEZE!

Uh

(Guilty Simpson)

Yo, look at your room it’s a mess (It's a mess)

And you tell me that I can’t wear a vest?

(Uh?)

Why, you got one

Beating brothers in the chest with a shotgun

In my pocket asking where I got my knot from, I got a job

Like everybody with black faces gotta rob (Right)

Oh you want my ID?

It’s not a prob

What’s two or three cars for I’m not the mob (Uh-uh)

I’m just a young rap artist

Do the shit you probably refer to as ''that garbage''

Which probably makes me a black target

That’s why I don’t love you, whole or half-hearted

A lot of police should feel like a thug

When I see the boys in blue, I feel like a blood

But I ain’t gang related (No)

Sketch you in court when you change your statement

(Guilty Simpson)

Middle finger to the blue and whites

That wanna get behind the car and flash the light

Like FREEZE!

Put your hands on the wall

They want us behind bars for life

And won’t grant your rights to call your wife

Like FREEZE!

(Pig)

Uh-uh, my word is law

(Guilty Simpson)

Mister Officer, please don’t shoot (Please don’t shoot)

Show a little love to the young black youth (Young black youth)

You plant drugs on us, stamp «thugs» on us

Put us in cuffs, shipped on a bus (Yup)

To a cell that’s equivalent to hell on earth

So the rats don’t care who they tell on first

The greeks don’t care if you innocent (Innocent)

Put a lighter in the air if you feelin' it (If you feelin' it)