[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck `em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You`re muthafuckin` right.
Krayzie:
Yo, fuck the police, comin` straight from the underground.
A young nigga got it bad `cause I`m brown and not the other color. Some
police think they have the authority to kill a minority,
but muthafucka mad,
`cause I ain`t the one for a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun to
be beatin` on and thrown in jail.
But we can go toe to toe in the middle of the cell.
Fuckin` with a nigga, `cause a nigga turned major,
and got a little bit of money and they play us,
search a nigga car,
lookin` for a product,
thinkin` every thug nigga sellin` narcotics.
They`d rather see me in the pen,
than me blowin` indo rollin` in my Benz-o.
I send the police to the grave,
and when I`m finished, nigga, bring the yellow tape
to tape off the scene of the slaughter,
still gettin` swoll off bread and water.
I don`t know if they fags or what--
search a nigga down and grab on his nuts.
And on the other hand,
without a gun they can`t get none,
but don`t let it be a black and a white one,
`cause they`ll slam ya down to the street top.
Black police showin` out for the white cop,
but Krayzie Bone will swarm
on any muthafucka in a blue uniform.
Just `cause I`m from the C-L-E,
the punk muthafuckas are afraid of me, huh.
A young nigga on the warpath,
and when I`m finished,
it`s gonna be a bloodbath
of cops dying around my way.
Yo, bitch, I got somethin` to say:
[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck `em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You`re muthafuckin` right.
Krayzie and Layzie:
Fuck the police and Bone said it with authority,
`cause the niggas on the street is a majority, a gang,
and it`s whenever I`m steppin`
that a muthafuckin` weapon is kept in
the stash spot for the so-called law,
wishin` Bone was some niggas that they never saw.
Lights start flashin` behind me,
but they scared of a nigga,
so they mase me to blind me,
but that shit don`t work. I just laugh,
and plus, it gives `em a hint not to step in my path.
The police, I`m sayin`, Fuck you, punk.
Readin` my rights and shit.
It`s all junk.
Pullin` out a silly club,
so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand,
but take off the gun,
so we can see what`s up,
and I`ll go at it, punk,
and I`m a fuck you up.
Made ya think I`m a kick your ass,
and drop the gat,
and Bone`s gon` blast.
I`m sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime,
and I`m a smoke `em now and not next time.
Smoke any muthafucka that sweats me
and any asshole that threatens me.
I`m a sniper with a hell of a scope,
takin` out a cop or two.
They can`t fuck with me.
The muthafuckin` killa that`s mad
with potential to get bad as fuck.
Now I`m a turn it around--
dig in the clip, yo,
and this is the sound: [Two Gunshots.]
Yeah, somethin` like that,
but it all depends on the size of the strap.
Takin` out a police will make my day,
and the niggas like Bone, don`t give a fuck to say . . .
[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck `em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You`re muthafuckin` right.
Layzie:
I`m tired of these muthafuckin` jackins.
Sweatin` my thug, while we be thuggin` in the shack and
shinin` the lights in my face and for what?
Maybe it`s because I`m kickin` so much butt.
I kick ass, nigga.
Maybe, `cause I blast
on a stupid-ass nigga when I`m playin` with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
`cause the police always got somethin` stupid to say.
They pull out my picture with silence,
`cause my identity along with my groups causes violence.
It`s Bone with the criminal behavior.
Yeah, I`m thugsta, nigga,
but still I got flavor.
Without a gun and a badge, what do you got?
A nigga in a uniform waitin` to get shot
by me or one of my niggas,
and with a gat it don`t matter if you`re smaller or bigger.
Krayzie:
Size don`t mean shit. I`m from the old school, fool.
Layzie:
And as you all know, Layzie Bone came to rule.
Whenever I`m rollin`,
keep on lookin` in your mirror,
and ears on cue, yo,
so I can hear a dumb muthafucka with a gun.
And when I`m rollin` off the Eight,
you`ll be the one that I take out,
and then I get away,
and while I`m drivin` off laughin`,
this is what I say, believe that . . .
[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck `em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You`re muthafuckin` right.
