Lyrics: Doc Coyle/John Boecklin/Tommy Vext
Music: John Boecklin/Doc Coyle/Tommy Vext
“911, what’s your emergency?”
Pull the trigger on this nigg-er, let’s go
I’m screaming hands up, don’t shoot
Another finger on the trigger you're afraid of the truth
Do you look at me and tell me
So you see another nigga that was ever under cover
I don't **** with you
Fists up, drop the cuffs
It's a price you'll never pay
A gun and badge was a thing of the past
To protect and serve not slay
Another case and acquittal
Another wife turned a widow
Whoa, Whoa(Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot)
Another heart breaks a little
A child left in the middle
Whoa, Whoa (Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot) Another officer down
I see them lights flash, hit the gas
No one wants to hear the truth
Do you look at me and tell me do you see a ************
That's ever been scared of you?
Slam brakes catch a case
Another chase caught by patrol
The devils dance does not advance more quality control
Another case and acquittal
Another wife turned a widow
Whoa, Whoa(Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot)
Another heart breaks a little
A child left in the middle
Whoa, Whoa(Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot) Another officer down
**** your life get up
Pull that ******* trigger, let’s go
Another case and acquittal
Another wife turned a widow
Whoa, Whoa(Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot)
Another heart breaks a little
A child left in the middle
Whoa, Whoa(Hands up, don't shoot)
(Hands up, don't shoot) Another officer down
ANOTHER OFFICER!!!