[Verse 1]
Don’t ya run up, I’m coming from the front
I’m coming from the back, but see this is a different kind of jack
Don’t react, I’m swinging with a brick, trick
Suckers realize compared to this Vietnam was like a picnic
Cops persecute me, they can’t dispute me
But I hesitate to break ‘cause if I run he’s gonna shoot me
In the back, no I’m not scared but I’m cautious
The thought of me dying, coughing blood makes me nauseous
So when they let me go I load up, see it’s time to make ‘em choke up
High explosives on the stage has left him broke up
I would have dropped the whole stall of ‘em
But it ain’t enough room on one milk carton for all of 'em
Now I’m a fugitive from justice, so bust this
Go get your crew, I’ll get my crew and we’ll discuss this
But this discussion might get thoughts sprayed
And when it’s all said and done, blacks gon’ all be paid, so uhh…

[Hook]
(Who’s the man that the cops can’t stand?)
A brother in the streets making more than they can
(Who’s the man that the cops can’t stand?)
Fifteen, twenty-five, thirty grand

[Verse 2]
It’s like this, you’re pulling up behind me
One in my place, they pull me over on a dark road so no one can find me
They’re taking me a fool, man
But me see them wanan book me with them automatic tool, man
I had a vision that he shot me
I know they thinking that they got me, but I’m K-Rino, my name ain’t Rodney
“Put your hands on your head or taste the lead”
Ain’t no fronting, at this point I’m kind of scared
Do or die was my choice, right?
So I chose die, ran through some weeds and hid all night
Lights flashing, cops riffing, dogs sniffing
I’m laying in a ant bed but I ain’t tripping
‘Cause I’d rather get bit by a few bugs
Than feel my body get hit by a few slugs
I barely escaped the chrome
Said a prayer to Allah, counted my money, then I walked home
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I was riding down the streets on my way home
Cops pull us over said he clocked us doing 50 in a school zone
Snatched us out to disrespect us
Face to the hood, hands behind our backs, laughing while they checked us
“I know you’re selling dope,” that’s what he came with
Didn’t wanna jet because I saw his partners aim get
Focused, reaching in my pockets for a stash
All he found was a couple of phone numbers and a lot of cash
“Where’d you get this money from?” is what he asked me
Told me if I slurred or tried to lie that he would blast me
Seven days a week, twelve months a year they just harass me
Bad enough I’m in the hood with bullets flying past me
Crowd gathers 'round and says K-Rino what’s the problem
Cops stay on my jock and plus somebody said I robbed him
Found out I’m a rapper and the name was K-Rino
And the bank was from a show that I had rocked the night before, so…

[Hook]