Letras Ack - Esham

Ack

East coast, west coast, up north, down south\nEast coast, west coast, up north, down south\nEast coast, west coast, up north, down south\nNiggas sell dope, how the police gon' find out?\nFifty thousand dollar bail, how ya gon' bond out?\nNigga went to Yale, not the school but the crime route\nCIA surveillance, but the FBI be lurkin'\nNiggas claim they workin' but they really out here purpin'\nYou wanna move a half a brick, but you gotta be certain\nThis nigga not the police, if he is, you know it’s curtains\nEast coast, west coast, up north, down south\nEast coast, west coast, up north, down south\nYou just caught a body 'cause your gun you had to spray\nDidn’t know he was an undercover cop, a DEA\nThrew your name all in the mix like he was a DJ\nNow the word on the streets you was some he say she say\nAin’t no honor among thieves, niggas smoke you like some trees\nAll that hatin' a disease, left your body in the leaves\nFreeze, get on your knees, that’s what the police said\nTen shots in yo back, violate your rights, now you know he dead\nI cap police, fuck the rap police\nThe white police and the black police\nI’m a east coast west coast any cop killer\nI don’t give a fuck about no pig, nigga\nEast coast, west coast, up north, down south\nEast coast, west coast, up north, down south\nWe know who you are\nIt looks like possibly