Uncensored hard-core eXXXplicit lyrics of Wanted by BWP, Bytches With Problems, on their 1991 album The Bytches. The awesome lyrics of these filthy mouth bytches is so shocking that it will make 2 Live Crew fans blush. Wanted was basically a follow-up to the NWA song F--- The Police.

The lyrics really move you, here is a sample:
I can't help to agree with Easy E, why the police always focking with me, and my man, when we are riding, the first thing I hear are focking sirens!
Pull that $hit over to the focking curb, G'd damn I'm sick of those words!
Searching, for the dope I'm holding, even checking for $hit that's stolen, cause I'm black...

Here are the full lyrics:
I can't help to agree with Eazy-E
Why the police always focking with me
And my man, when we was driving
First thing I hear are focking sirens
Pull the $hit over to the focking curb
Goddam, I'm sick of those words
Looking for the dope that I'm holding
Or even checking for $hit that's stolen
'Cause I'm black it's focked when I'm rolling
That don't mean that my $hit is stolen
Searching my car illegally
focking ain't right it belong to me
What. a nigga can't have nice $hit?
Man, suck my focking dick!
Yo, that's a waste of search
$hit, they went in my focking purse
Motherfocking police always hawking
Rather see me and my nigga walking
Got nice $hit, and I'm going to flaunt it
Now me and my nigga is Wanted.

I'm the dope giver, dope deliverer
I give bytch out the smoked out niggas
Now why in the fock you wasting our time
I got to make another drop by nine
So put the motherfocking cease on the rack
Then the bytch police stepped out the back
Stepping over to me, like she all that
But all that $hit is meaningless
So then I had to diss
Get the fock out my face, you dumb arse bytch
Flashing that motherfocking badge and $hit
Why you focking with us, we ain't done nothing?
But the bytch start handcuffing
Then she got tough, and they all bum rush me
But Lyndah ain't that focking easy
My body all bend for the four grams coke
And I was swinging like a motherfocking dope
But finally, I was slammed to the ground
It took eight police to knock me down
Then the bytch put her foot on my head
And said, nighty night, you're going straight to bed
In the ankle, is where I bit the bytch
Before you knew it, I was back in the mix
Stood to my feet, I said, just you and me
So drop the motherfocking piece
Dumb arse hoe done dropped her gat
Pulled out the deuce from the small of my crack
I shot the motherfocking bytch in blue
Going down, boy, is all she knew
So I ran, yeah, back to my man
And the focking police got on the scan
Radioed in for a force of cops
'Cause the bytch kept focking, pop, pop, pop
Then my man pulled out a focking AK
Popped in a clip and he started to spray
The two of us together just focked up $hit
Now me and my nigga is Wanted.

Ooh yeah, she focked them up
She focked all of them up
But they was focking with her face
See I saw the whole thing I seen
Everything right
She was just walking down the street
Her and her old man was riding in the car
And they was minding they own business
And here come them punk motherfockers
Trying to check them for drugs and $hit
They always thinking that black people got drugs and $hit
Trying to stop the money
I'm glad the motherfockers out
But that's what they get!
And now your arse focked with now, motherfocker
Ha ha!

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