| Lyrics: | 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
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