Lyrics:

'There was an incident where a police had shot a black man in the back and then went and plant a gun next to him and say that the guy draw a gun on him which they find out after the investigation that the guy didn't have no gun - The police had shot him in cold blood.' Wake up nigga! Wake up nigga! Wake up wake up wake up! Backseat of the 'lac, big gat in my lap Ready for combat, feelin like Geronimo Pratt We had the windows cracked, headed up the strip Black rag in my hand, don't want no prints on the clip Hollow tips cuz we thugs with this shit my nigga This aint no game, we bang for yo hood my nigga I take a left at the light, turn off the headlights and ride real slow Now holla at me when you see the 5-0 Alrite Dirty, yall boys ready? Bout to turn drive-bys revolutionary *POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHAFUCKA YEAH! *POW POW POW POW POW* YEAH MUTHAFUCKA YEAH! Look at 'em run, too scared to pull they guns Outta shape from them coffees and them cinnamon buns This shit is fun, how I feel when the tables is turned Hollow tips hit yah flesh through yo vests and it burn That's a lesson you learn, comin strait from the slums And it don't stop till we get full freedom! DIE DIE DIE! Just when you thought it was safe Police kill a little boy last night They said it was a mistake But that won't bring back his life His momma couldn't believe That it could happen to her She prayed to God everyday Guess it just wasn't enough And this is a revolutionary salute, nah mean to the comrades, word, cuz this is real shit, this aint just stories you nahmsayin? People like Twyla Meyers Crazy {?}, Kunta Hari, Rushell McGee