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  The cops used to come around in my neighborhood
  Alright, you kids, stop having so much fun, move along!
  Oh theyd arrest me, you know, especially at night
  They had a curfew, niggas had to be home at 11, negros, 12
  And youd be trying to get home, doing your crew runs
  And theyd always catch you out in front of a store or something
  Cause youd be taking shortcuts, right
  Cops, Ree, put your hands up, black boy!
  The cops shot the kid
  Aint no try to get home
  Miniature caskets make a lasting impression
  Sinister tactics make em answer my question
  The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
  To fuck what yall do
  Dont know whats gon stop, yeah
  Fuck killing cops, what if wе kill cops kids?
  Make that nigga adopt a baby cause we got hеre
  Make that nigga a dot on his head and pop here
  Maybe they just forgot, refresh em, give a pop quiz
  Make a movie bout cops, kids, and small boxes
  Cops, kids, and small boxes
  Make a movie bout cops, kids, and small boxes
  Cops, kids, and small boxes
  Make a movie bout cops, kids, and small boxes 
  Cops, kids, and small boxes
  Make a movie bout cops, kids, and small boxes 
  Cops, kids, and small boxes
  Make a movie bout cops, kids, and small boxes
  Miniature caskets make a lasting impression
  Sinister tactics make em answer my question
  The cops shot the kid
  The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
  The cops shot the kid
  The cops shot the kid, the cops shot–
  Miniature caskets