[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.
