T-R-U ya heard me
Your daddy dollars y'all huh
C-Murda, Trick Daddy, No Limit, Slip 'N Slide
Whatever, uh huh, watch em.

[C-Murder]
Watch the police when I'm rolling through the projects
My pants sag so I'm labeled as a suspect
Who be the boys in blue, the authority
To arrest me cause I live in a minority
Check yo self player, cause I ain't the one
You look plain, and kinda lame without your badge and a gun
You been harassing me, since I was a teenager
But now I got a rolly with a Benz and a pager
They pull me over and searching my car
So you looking for the product, but could it be narcotic
But just because I'm from The CP3
I gotta watch the police because they scared of me

[Chorus]
Watch the police, coming straight from the underground
Watch the police, Murder got it bad cause I'm brown
Watch the police, if you a teenager (Watch, watch)
Watch the police, nigga, better goal, and a pager

[Trick Daddy]
I'ma teach they motherfucker ass bout playing with me
I'ma take they ass on one
Thug Life, for them niggas in the County Jail, State Pens, and Feds Nigga
I'm tired of the motherfucking popo
That keep sweating a nigga sitting all in the dope hole
Flashing the light in the dark, and for what?
Is it cause the trumpet make so much thought
See I'm the Dirty Dollar, and ho they call me Mr. Styles
You could lock me up, but I'll make Beau regardless
You wanna know have I ever been arrested?
Mr. Mean the felony of domestic
So I confessed it, damn right you guessed it
Did time for working, but I ain't seen the Brick City
I don't fuck with niggas who I don't know
I'm getting money, getting blunted
Nigga now watch the