[Boots] E, look man look  [E-Roc] Yeah wassup man  [B] It's that cop man, the one that sent my potna to the hospital  Hey pull over, come on  [E] Coup let's with this hamhock motherfucker, there we go  [B] Hey pig, yeah, remember me?    Verse One: Boots    I know you motherfucker, know where you live  You're the cop that knocked in my partner Greg Wiggins' ribs  And it wasn't in a trip cause he's not a dealer or a pimp  But now he walks with a permanent limp  And pig you make my gut crimp cause my whole family got knocked  Walcy Hawkins and her son's up in double-rock  And it don't stop to the funky beat  Till my people get together and kick you pigs off the street  I grit my teeth why can't I be like Rodney with a camcorder?  Seems we need one every time you get a court order  Or pull me over in order to check identification  I'm in the back of your car with a bruise or laceration  You're in the hood and it's one more disaster  We know you're here to protect and serve the master  Next time you roll through push the gas a little faster  I'll turn your blue suit purple, bastard  Cause     Chorus x2  I know you motherfucker  (Everywhere I turn)  I know you motherfucker  (Everywhere I turn)  I know you motherfucker  (Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position)    Verse Two: E-Roc    I know you motherfucker, footprints in my door  On my back, on my head, through my house and once more  You called my mother a hoe, you threw my brother in a headlock  You did this to about six thousands on the block  Say you try to stop the rock so it makes me perspire  Hmm...but you work with a supplier  So I inquire what's your role in my elimination?  Ain't got a choir so it sure ain't one of salvation  But if I sung you a song it'd be of damnation  Cause all they do is let me sing in this damn nation  Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, how many kids have you killed today?  Pig, now I realize our relation  Your occupation is to keep me in occupation  How many brothers have you left in a cast?  How many graves have you made in the past?  Useless! Not my task to even ask  But you'd better cease before I put a cap in your ass  Cause I know you    Chorus x2    (Now let me tell ya'll this little little story  This little piggy once came to Oaktown  See, cause this little piggy had a gun  This little piggy's gun was smoking  Cause this little piggy shot my son  This little piggy went wee wee wee all the way to hell!  Cause we stomped a mudhole in his ass, ha ha ha    Verse Three: Boots    I know you motherfucker, my face prints in your knuckles  Hit my head back to the rear and I can hear my knees buckle  And you chuckle...as the blow blurred my vision  You make a game trying to tame me for colonialism  The stars and bars are all you need to make a perfect prison  No chains or fences here so you can make me think I've risen  I'm given rations on the first and fifteenth  Just so I won't be out organizing in the street  And so I'm beaten in the court with charges trumped, see  My eyes is swollen and my nose looks like Humpty's  But I'm not laughing cause I'll take a bath in this one  The judge is looking at me like he wants to have me hung  I never swung, I got the dung kicked out my ass  Like O.P.D. was using me for Beat The Nigger class    (Step one, put the handcuffs on  Step two, say something like "Nigger you'll never learn"  Step three, throw 'em on the ground  Step four, kick 'em of course)    But there's an error in your reign of terror and the end is near   We ain't non-violent no more so get your riot gear  Stand in fear and guard your rear as we gather round  And fuck you up so much, they'll have to fuck you down  Assuming the position that you'll have to wear a bullet-proof vest  On your vest, I suggest you change your address  Cause we know you    (x2)    We know you motherfucker  (Everywhere I turn)  We know you motherfucker  (Everywhere I turn)  We know you motherfucker  (Everywhere I turn I'm assuming the position)