[Sadat X] Cool-ass Al, he got a badge from the neighborhood yo Fly police car, the ninety-two mod-el.. now check it out Now Al used to rob, used to smoke, used to steal and he rolled a mean game of dice A factor boostin he was nice as he proved on the daily tip at Macy's, he and this kid up in Lacy's Throw his head to blow when he turned into a Fed I seen him, one day, I tried to get inside his head There's two fit ill, glock cops, with passion Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes Another brother, a sister or somebody's pops And when I see Al, he never stops unless it's to make an arrest He can't kick it, unless he writes a ticket He got a nasty way, attitude everyday It makes me kinda mad cause I really can't hit him But brothers scheamin to get him (Shoot 'im inna de busta bumba claat) At any level the worst devil is a black one And if you see one you gots to attack 'um One day, I had the cell lit, up on Lewis Park Cool Al appears, backs up, fresh Clarks It's a hot day black, and the sun's beamin down but I gotta get on the ground? You're, sworn to whitey, do you think that you're mighty? You take the honor of bein the black Bull Carter It's a shame cause use done out your righteous name for a little rank and more fame You're whole style is chump, you forgot to use the pump so instead of warnin brothers, better hide and take the picture You know the brothers wanna hit ya ("Gimme a gat I'm bout to smoke this motherfucker!") So carry your gun, especially off duty Don't forget that there's a price on the booty Hidin upstate won't make you safe By the way, are you of Christian faith? Then prepare to meet your Mystery, become a place in history Force come shot down with some brothers from Uptown And if we're not totally through Then you'll be left black and blue