Narcs On My Neck Songtext
von Griffen

Soon as I step on out the door
All I see is blue & white lights in the pistol smoke
Said a badge & a .44
Make em think they rule the world, but not no mo

Just cuz I′m black, they think I sell crack
Go to get a sack, narcs on my neck
Hard to relax, strapped wit a gat
Comin in the front, leavin out the back


Every time I'm rollin in the hood, I get harassed
Always got the cops on my muthafuckin ass
Triple dark tint on my muthafuckin glass
Look at Clark Kent actin super wit a badge
I remain calm like my paperwork straight
Knowin′ deep down he dont wanna work late
Gotta keep it cool, if the pig run the VIN
Then in the A.M, I'll be headed to the pen
Now, I'm in the pen, benchin′ 210
Inked up, BLACK POWER tatted on my skin
Chillin on the yard, got shanked by my friend
Shit just startin′, that ain't where the story ends
Got outta jail & bailed back to the block
Need a new crib, new shoes, new socks
Formulate a plan to get some money in my hand
The dicks pulled up & jumped out a van, damn

Just cuz I′m black, they think I sell crack
Go to get a sack, narcs on my neck
Hard to relax, strapped wit a gat
Comin in the front, leavin out the back
Just, Just cuz I'm black, they think I sell crack
Go to get a sack, narcs on my neck
Hard to relax, strapped wit a gat
Comin in the front, leavin out the back


Got me a gig building cribs and I stacked
Walkin by fiends, pimps, hoes on the track
Tired then a muthafucker, 12-hours shifts
Some niggas rolled up like, Gimme yo shit!
Now I′m lettin off like a boss, lick shots
Semi-auto symphonies: bang, click, pop
Here come the cops so I drop to the ground
Crawlin in the dirt, gotta keep my head down
Made it out clean, but its mud on my jeans
Brand new day, same shit, same things
I was just chillin tryna find my zone
Focused on the moment I hit the door - I'm home
But now niggas trippin and the air too hot
Touch down tommorrow wut a brand new gloc
They say we got the right to bear arms, So I′m heavy
Lock, load ready

Just, Just cuz I'm. Just cuz I'm
Just cuz I′m black, they think I sell crack
Go to get a sack, narcs on my neck
Hard to relax, strapped wit a gat
Comin in the front, leavin out the back
Just, just cuz I′m black, they think I sell crack
Go to get a sack, narcs on my neck
Hard to relax, strapped wit a gat
Comin in the front, leavin out the back