Trouble in townBecause they cut my brother downBecause my sister can't wear her crownThere's trouble, there's trouble in townBlood on the beat (Oh-oh)Oh my goodness, there's blood on the beatLore of the jungle or the law of the streetThere's blood on, there's blood on the beatAnd I get no shelterAnd I get no peaceAnd I never get reliefTrouble in town (Oh-oh)Because they hung my brother BrownBecause their system just keep you downThere's trouble, there's trouble in townAnd I get no shelterAnd I get no peaceAnd I just get more police, ehAnd I get no comfortAnd I get no nameEverything is gettin' strainedBest friendsWhat'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 himI'm telling youFucking smartassI'm asking you what the X isIs that your middle name?Of course, what is it?Don't come back with the "What is it? " fucking shitTalk to these fucking pigs on the streetThat way, you ain't talking to me that wayI don't talk to nobody in the streetsI don't hang with nobodyWell then don't come to fucking PhiladelphiaStay in JerseyI have family out hereEverybody thinks they're a fucking lawyerAnd they don't know jackshitAre you supposed to grab me like this?Grab you up? I'll grab you any way I got toYou're not protecting me while I'm tryingWhile I'm trying to go to workWhy don't you shut up?Jikelele, jikeleleJikelele, jikeleleJikelele, jikeleleJikelele, jikelele
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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
Lore 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, eh
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
I'm telling you
Fucking smartass
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
Well 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?
