Trouble in town
Because they cut my brother down
Because my sister can't wear her crown
There's trouble, there's trouble in town
Blood on the beat (Oh-oh)
Oh my goodness,
there's blood on the beat
Law of the jungle or the law of the street
There's blood on,
there's blood on the beat
And I get no shelter
And I get no peace
And I never get relief
Trouble in town (Oh-oh)
Because they hung my brother Brown
Because their system just keep you down
There's trouble, there's trouble in town
And I get no shelter
And I get no peace
And I just get more police, yeah
And I get no comfort
And I get no name
Everything is gettin' strained
Best friends
What's that?
What's his name?
X (Standby, sir)
Alright, is that X your middle name?
Of course, it's on a vehicle ID, right?
You gettin' smart?
'Cause you'll be in a fucking car with him
Fucking smartass
I'm telling you
I'm asking you what the X is,
is that your middle name?
Of course, what is it?
Don't come back with the
＂What is it?＂ fucking shit
Talk to these fucking pigs
on the street that way,
you ain't talking to me that way
I don't talk to nobody in the streets,
I don't hang with nobody
So then don't come to
fucking Philadelphia,
stay in Jersey
I have family out here
Everybody thinks
they're a fucking lawyer and
they don't know jackshit
Are you supposed to grab me like this?
Grab you up? I'll grab you any way I got to
You're not protecting me
while I'm trying,
while I'm trying to go to work
Why don't you shut up?
Jikelele, jikelele
Jikelele, jikelele
Jikelele, jikelele
Jikelele, jikelele
