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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Young Buck
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Rotem
Songwriter
D. Brown
Songwriter
Tony Cottrell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hi-Tek
Producer
Jonathan Rotem
Producer
Pat Viala
Recording Engineer
Kenneth Richard
Assistant Recording Engineer
Niall Mcmonagle
Assistant Recording Engineer
Richie Smyth
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Daniel Baughman
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Whoo whoo, whoo whoo
Haha
Fuck the police
[Verse 2]
Think about it, every time you bitches come around
Either we running or we laying on the fucking ground
Just look at Chris, a **** popped and shot him in the club
They called an ambulance and y'all didn't even show up
Oh, let me tell you 'bout Lil Ricky when he took his bullets
You want the trigger man, y'all was the ones that pull it
That's why we represent them **** like Larry Davis
Before he let you cowards kill him, he just came and sprayed it
Now what you wan' do, bitch I got a gun too
We gon' keep on sending shots every time y'all come through
Got the nerve to tell him **** put your hands up
And beat him to the ground when they put the boy in handcuffs
[Verse 3]
Fuck, fuck the police, we handle it outselves
Even if I beat to death
****, we don't need no motherfucking help
And to the right (What) to the left (What) let 'em know (What)
We don't need no motherfucking help
[Verse 4]
Fuck the police
Fuck the law
Fuck the police, we don't need no motherfucking help
Fuck the police
Fuck the law
Fuck the police, we don't need no motherfucking help
[Verse 5]
We used to play cops and robbers as a little kid
Whoever was the pigs, we would go and split his wig
And as the years passed, **** only got worse
Jumped in to the game, shit, gotta protect our turf
We had enough of getting handcuffed and pulled over
We started trying, knock they heads off they fucking shoulders
Now where my soldiers at, get ready for combat
I'm living like them **** that done went to Vietnam, hey
So if you try to lock me up for smoking my weed
The whole force of police is what they gon' need
One of a kind, I'm the last of a dying breed
Even the one that was before me, he was saying
[Verse 6]
Fuck the police, we handle it ourselves
Even if I beat to death
****, we don't need no motherfucking help
And to the right (What) to the left (What) let 'em know (What)
We don't need no motherfucking help
[Verse 7]
Fuck the police
Fuck the law
Fuck the police, we don't need no motherfucking help
Fuck the police
Fuck the law
Fuck the police, we don't need no motherfucking help
[Verse 8]
When I'm in New York, I'm hollering
Lately, we don't need no motherfucking help
Yeah, when I'm in Tennessee, I'm hollering
We don't need no motherfucking help
Yeah, When I'm out in LA, ****
We don't need no motherfucking help
Written by: D. Brown, David Darnell Brown, Jonathan Rotem, Tony Cottrell