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[Verse 1]Yea, yea, yea, Dear Mrs. Bill CollectorI know ya just doing your job, don't mean to disrespect yaBut we've been going through this thang since way backI told ya when I get the dough I would pay backBut I got problems babayy...yea, if you only knewI got bigger problems babbayyySo why ya talkin about the money that I owe, like as if I didn't know man, it don't mean nothing to meCause right now I got my lil boy crying, and my grandmother dying, could you please stop fuckin with me?Listen here, I aint lookin for no tears, but my brother got a year, and my momma keep smoking that shitOn top of that, I'm broke, please put that in your notes for the next one to call me up talking that shit[Verse 2]Hey, Dear Mr. PolicemanHey am I wrong, aint you suppose to keep the peace man?I coulda swore I was driving pretty peacefulSo why the hell is you pullin over me fo'?Is it this black Mercedez? (Oh now I get it, I get it, I get it)Or cause I'm black? Hmmm, maybeHey, tell me why my hands start sweatin and I hold my breath everytime that you get behind meI turn my music down, so you won't hear a sound, man I'm nervous like I got a couple pounds on meYou pulled me over, you frown on meWith your flashlight, tell me what do you seeThug niggas, drug dealers, its a trip, every nigga in this whip got a mothafuckin college degree[Verse 3]SongtexteYea, my middle finger to the law, bustin off, tryna touch the skyMy teacher said, ?Impossible?, but I'mma fuckin tryPlus how he gon' tell me, he dont make the rulesThere's niggas dying everyday, but we don't make the newsInstead they talkin bout some thunderstorm, cyclonesTimmy got his bike stole, top story, Tiger Woods ?be fuckin all these white hoes?Anchorman stop snitchinCut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches, hey my goodnessHow ironic, on trial for possession of some chronicMy lawyer came to court, man he was higher than the cometHey your honor, is you kidding? How you sit above me?Are you perfect mothafucker, how you finna judge me?When you home you dont cuss, drink and puff like usThese cops is bad boys, baby just like PuffThey hate they jobs and they days be fucked up like usAt the end of the day, you niggas just like us Aus Songtexte Mania