Mr. Dirty Harry, you look really scary
  With your .357, officer Kevin
  Spent 11 years on the force trying to get mine
  Head got the flat top, boots got the spit shine
  Don't give a fuck about my neighborhood
  Just wanna do your eight hours, then hit the showers
  Shoot a brother down adn you don't send flowers
  Goddamn sherrif, can't wait to tarriff
  A chunk of a nigga ass, but watch a nigga blast
  And get away nigga fast
  You ain't gonna have me face down no more
  You ain't gonna have a chance to clown no more
  To the boys in blue, I got kids too
  Ain't going out like a jigaboo, no no no
  On my way to the store
  You see me in a Range Rover, now you gotta pull me over
  But where oh where is the ticket?
  You got your hand on your gun cause you're wicked
  You don't like the face of the original man
  But you gotta treat me like an individual man
  Talk right and I'll talk right back
  Show some goddamn respect to the black
  Cause I gotta get back to my wife
  But I'm sorry, you ain't gonna take my life
  
  Just because you got a badge
  Did you think Ice Cube was gonna wave the white flag?
  Cracker please, you can yell freeze
  I'd rather die standing up than die on my knees
  You think you can do anything you want to do
  To my crew when you come through, man fuck you
  Shooting up South Central
  Catch your ass slipping at a rent show
  Could have popped you off, one dead cop
  But I know you got a wife and a dog named Spot
  I show a little mercy cause I'm civilized
  Looking through a nigga's eyes at a much bigger prize
  But when I saw Rodney it got me so hot
  Made me wanna go out and pop me a cop
  Cause every time you see me sagging
  Here comes the Grand Dragon, in the motherfucking patty wagon
  Try to play me like a trick
  Sometimes you act like a dick, Mr. Nightstick
  Back then, I used to throw my Mack-10
  But nowadays you got the black skin
  Back then you don't like the voice of a nigga named Ice
  But you ain't gonna take my life
  
  You man let's get an understanding
  I know that your job is demanding
  But I only got me one life to live
  You only got about six shots to give
  And I got a big AK with a 50-round clip
  So why should we trip?
  You ain't gonna punk me, so what you trying for?
  Ain't no job worth dying for, is it?
  Might pay a visit to Petey Wheatstraw
  When you stop me on the shore, officer of the law
  And if I did something wrong, you can lock me up
  Never never never gonna sock me up
  So next time you have the urge, all of the sudden
  To fuck with a nigga for nothing
  Think about me, a brother that's 23
  I got a son and a J-O-B
  So before you pull your gun, you'd better think twice
  Pig, cause you ain't gonna take my life