| Lyrics: | Interpolated by Krayzie Bone and Layzie Bone
[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 t
op. 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 |
