Act Like a Cop Did It

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. Bust 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. Jage 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. Hor 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