Gangsta Pat
Shootin’ On Narcs
Intro: Open up, this Sam Jack Arms. Open up, I’m comin’ in!


(Gangsta Pat)
Who’s that knockin’ on my door? NARCOTICS
Break out artillery, hide the motherf**kin’ product
When they bust in then imma start bustin’ their a**
Blowing the weak motherf**kas in the past
Cause I’m tired of this police sh*t (Word!)
Them motherf**kas don’t faze me they must be crazy
Bustin in a n***a’s house making much racket
I kill a motherf**ka in a metro jacket
In a minute, shoot his a** down to the concrete
That’s what he get for being one be
Police motherf**ka tryna be a hero
You read it in a paper, “Narc Shot By A Negro”
But see I’m a gangsta and I don’t play that sh*t
Especially when it comes to making a hit
And when there’s money involved
You see a nine millimeter gets my problem solved
Cause I ain’t got time to be locked up (locked up!)
For a motherf**kin’ sucka that’s rock up (rock up!)
Cause if I get caught, it’s for keys and blocks
But a crazy motherf**ka like me is shooting on narcs


(Gangsta Pat talking)
Homeboy look at the position you’re in now. Police department. You know what I’m saying? You know how serious that is? Those are real guns you’re dealing with. Those are real bullets flying past you. Real helicopters flying over you. Man, you got think about what you doing, man. Cause if you weren’t ever in the game, you’re gonna be in this position in the first place. Think about where you got yourself. Yo, this could be the end of your life right now


(Gangsta Pat)
The crazy motherf**kas tryna stop crack
Bringing their a** on a rock track
Dressed like a junkie with a image they stuck to
(Hey, man, do you know who selling rocks?) Hell naw, f**k you!
A .357 will put that deceased
A n***a can’t have sh*t for no motherf**king police
They see a brother, they jump up, they stop and stare
Narcotics need to sit their a** down somewhere
Cause they’re the ones bringing the dope in
It’s no doubt
It’s just their plan to wipe the black man out
But I’ll shoot one of them motherf**kas down to their health
Black narcotics making a fool of themselves (Fool!)
Thinking that he’s doing right, working for the enemy
No black brother with a badge is a friend to me
The narcs be rolling through the hood
Looking, urging to catch a young motherf**ka serving
When I ride past them, I sit up tall
Jumping ??? tried to get me but I shot ‘em all
Tried to arrest me and plant some rocks
A crazy motherf**ka like Pat is shootin on narcs

(Fat Tony, Gangsta Pat talking)



Outro:
The one thing in this country, n***as have to put up with is cops