Black Togetha Again Lyrics - Tha Triflin' Album - King Tee

And that's how we do 

Smokin em muthafuckas 

No justice, no peace then, mr. policeman 

Save a life for your kids and your wife 

No more donuts and coffee 

And I'll be back once I get off these concrete streets 

Infrared scope and I'm mad as fuck 

I'm on the roof tryin to duck from the pigs, cause they suck 

Pick em all one by one, cause they all got a strap 

Tryin to beat us with the stick and the gat 

Lookin at the news and now I see pals 

Carlton, koons, hearns comin up sooner than he thought 

It might be at a stop light or maybe at the station 

Either way it go, I'm stilll makin bacon 

Stuff him with a apple in his mouth, make sure he's gaffled 

Tie his ass up and bring him back to my castle 

Throw him in the dungeon, leave his badge and his gun 

In the car, turn it upside down, burn it up 

And let it blaze, all I got left is one guage 

I slung all the ones that I brung from the gun 

Store, I gotta get at least three more 

And I could give a fuck what you think I got em for 

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And all the king's hoes and all the king's men 

Go try to put this shit black together again 

Come on 

12 whites on a black, what's next? 

Pull a man out his truck and get stretched 

I got a grudge with the judge 

Cause he don't show no love for chocolate fudge 

He only likes vanilla 

But we do all the work like cinderella? 

And I'll be damned if I get paid at a minimum wage 

While they afford to eat like a smorgasbrod feast 

And leave us here down in the dumps 

The place where donald trump would get his ass jumped 

Slavin at mickey d's for 4 bucks and a quarter 

And can't afford a big mac with a soda 

The biggest crooks, the biggest thugs there ever was 

Was the ones that they vote for and hope for 

Quicker than a zig-zag, they got big bags 

Fill em to the ceilin, now who's doin the killin? 

Then they point the finger at the young male black 

Workin two jobs, so he gotta sell crack 

So all the king's hoes and all the king's men 

Go try to put this shit black together again 

Come on 

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Let's do it like the wild wild west 

Take off your holster and your gat and let's scrap 

But porkey the pig don't wanna get em up 

Unless you got your hands in some cuffs 

Will I break the law if I break your jaw? 

Turn around take two steps and draw 

And make sure your plastic kill 

Cause I came to get busy for real 

So when you jump in my fo' 

Make sure you slam the do' 

And no bullshit on my flo' 

Cause all the king's hoes and all the king's men 

Help put this shit black together again 

And I'm audi