Act Like A Cop Did It Lyrics

And every time another kid shot down, face down, laid out,
bleedin' out on the school grounds;
And every time a little girl get sent, by a grown man pimp,
selling everything waist down;
And every time another wife gets snatched, car-jacked, get
slapped, straight raped in the worst way;
And every time a little boy's paralyzed with a bullet in the
spine cause a thug had a bad day;
We should act like a cop did it.
Go crazy, mosh-pit it. Just roll, just rock with it. Life is
life and death is death so baby why should it matter if I
did it? I'ma ride to the finish. All the grown men and women
been tryin' to make the killin' stop. We need justice, and
it don't matter the color, a trigger happy thug or a trigger
happy cop. But let's act like a cop did it.


YOU GET YOURS, YEAH, AND I'LL GET MINE.
NO ONE HERE'S GONNA GET OUTTA LINE.
WE ARE LIVING IN TROUBLED TIMES.
WE'RE COMIN' UP, YEAH WE'RE GONNA SURVIVE.


I have a reverence for life, I hate it when we lose it in
the night. Ass whipped shootin' cause you losin' in a fight.
15, cruisin' in a buick feelin' right. Drunk and high 'til
you lose it and you lose your whole life. And then we light
a candle and we put you on a shirt. And then we bow our
heads and we cry cause it hurts. And the preacher man tells
us God had a plan so you had to go to heaven, only God
understands.

A lot of real people that was raised in the hood and they
rep for the hood and they sweat for the hood. Wage war on
killers messin' the hood and they protest the system
stressin' the hood. Feelin' like I might be next in the hood
face down with a bullet in my back on the track. Just make
sure if I get clapped in the back it don't matter if the
murderer is BLUE or he's BLACK.


YOU GET YOURS, YEAH, AND I'LL GET MINE.
NO ONE HERE'S GONNA GET OUTTA LINE.
WE ARE LIVING IN TROUBLED TIMES.
WE'RE COMIN' UP, YEAH WE'RE GONNA SURVIVE.


Just lift every voice and scream. For the women and the
children that live in pain. And the 18 and ups that vote for
change and look down and see they're still shackled up in
chains. I'ma start with home. Label it a no wrong zone get
some other grown folks we can guard our own. Draw a line in
the concrete, set the tone. Come up in here wrong and we
snappin' bones. Little kids can't even walk across the
street, without you ridin' by doin' 93. And you kickin' in
the doors of these families, stealin' everything they worked
for and leave with ease. It don't matter if you cops or you
thugs or you dope fiend pimps on the block. LISTEN! God
don't discriminate. He gone bring the sword anyway but I'ma
act like a cop did it.