Pharoahe Monch — Got You Instrumental

Yeah Yeah Get your hands up against the wall and spread them Opposition I'll just take him Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You] Understand, I'll never kid around with you Try to resist I'll dismiss you Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You] Basically I'm the worst nightmare you ever had Figure a trigger happy niggaare with a badge Parading around Los Angeles [Argh!] High off coke, with a banana clip Feasting off the weak street of Angeles With a manuscript, and professional ass whipping Task force, brass nuckles a master in ass kicking If you ask for it I'll blast for it you back-flipin No one saw it I won't stop the clock ticking Got a rookie for a partner that's ready to fight me The world's a merry-go-round I stereotype niggers He's a spit in the face for pitbull and bite niggers Matter of fact, I kinda like this cat for a white niggaare Get your hands up against the wall and spread them Opposition I'll just take him Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You] Understand, I'll never kid around with you Try to resist I'll dismiss you Fuck You [fuck You] fuck You [fuck You] I got the project sorta locked they trust my logic Cause the star cops got it from guns to narcotics My object is to deprogram blind ya optics You cannot stop this mission this topic Cause you can write tickets my niggaare or get paid Learn this game in the streets or get slayed Collect this cheese at the end of this maze Or hit the desk and fill out forms for days Need I remind you How easy it would be to take the city by storm with the whole force behind you Shorty in the trunk and on my ankle there's a 9 too Cause psychologically the guns y