No Justice Lyrics – Hostages feat. Calvin 1837
Singer: Hostages feat. Calvin 1837
Title: No Justice
I’m on a f#cking mission
Of total exile
Exterminating the vermin
Wearing suits of traitors
All the shells are hollow point
To go through their vest
This isn’t my mantra
This is my manifesto
Load the duffel bags
Take to the streets
Their foot on our necks
Means two in the face
Mother f#cker
Yo what the f#ck is up its hostages throwin rounds
It’s that 187 on a mother f#cking cop
Ill call it in on your own walkie
Englewood 1837 drop that sh#t
f#ck every law enforcer
It’s just us m#th*rf#ck*r
In a squad car with your “brother”
Good, now die with each other
Stained hands
Bloodshed
Poke holes through your badge
And one in your partner’s head
You made an oath to f#cking die pig
Every time you suit up
You make it clear who the target is
So whats the real f#cking problem
Police my f#cking block
No justice for us
No justice for a f#cking cop
Drive by at the midnight vigil
Drive by at the midnight vigil
Make sure they have a closed casket funeral
No justice
No peace so I tolt my heat
No justice
No peace so no body eats
No justice
No peace there will be no rest
No life
I keep the pressure on a cops neck
Pressure
Keep the pressure on a cops necks
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