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bizzy [police officer]
shhh! shut up, nigga. shut the fuck up, nigga. here they come. here they come. here they come, nigga. duck down, nigga. duck down. duck down. shit! [there they are.] shit, come on, nigga. come on! [these assholes are nothin´ for a stake out.] make a run for it. nigga make a... [freeze, motherfucker!] shit!

bizzy [krayzie]
i´m little ripsta. i´m... [leathaface comin´ to kill ´em at night.]¡bye
die, die, die! [so must we buck them studio thugstas. i´m...]
willin´ and ready to ride.

krayzie
pop-pop! droppin´ them niggas with the glock, done. nigga, you best ah run, duckin´ the shotgun, leavin´ ´em up off my block stunned. one eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. you fuckin´ with bone, you better believe we livin´ like soldiers. we droppin´ that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air. then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don´t care. you don´t wanna fuck with, you don´t wanna buck with a realer nigga. better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler. fuck with the ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some. senseless killa. fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. fuck with the bone, four niggas strong, leave ´em alone ´til it be on. krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin´ i´m wrong, so go on. ´cause nigga this sawed-off ain´t full of shit. me lovin´ to smoke tweed and me weed, man. they givin´ me what me need, man. when i light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin´ blaze good.
so come to the land where all the thugs be real. them st. clair niggas, they ain´t no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.

bizzy [krayzie]
i´m little ripsta. i´m... [leather face comin´ to kill ´em at night.]¡bye
die, die, die! [so must we buck them studio thugstas. i´m...]
willin´ and ready to ride.

bizzy [police officer]
[lie down with your hands behind your back!] naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now!

reporter
the seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.

bizzy
runnin´ with gats and bats, so nigga, don´t test rest or you get a peeled cap. pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, ´fore a nigga done get that skull cracked. little´ rip didn´t wanna! the bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up. let´s swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up. nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin´ they balls for dogs. all niggas´ll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y´all. and they´ll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!. bet i bringin´ in them guns, run, a thug get low down. you don´t wanna get nutted, ´cause nigga you gonna get bloody [bloody] once you see the braids and skully. cuttin´ that throat when i´m rippin´ up somethin´ lovely. what is it in you, deeper than dead? and we get fried. p.o.d.´d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night. once inside forgettin´ about remorse. your curse will ride. cry now when you´re ready to lie down. when i´m weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now.

meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.

witnesses
man, he just...all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window. i didn´t know what was goin´ on. i´m just walkin´ by. just got a¡ªbought a bottle of wine. i was walkin´ by, and all i seen was him jump when that lady yelled. [that was it.] i´m not sure what happened.

well, i saw his wife begging him, and she said, "don´t jump." and he did...wheeeeeew

did you know the guy?

he sure had a problem. that´s all i could tell you.

all i seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, i guess it was his wife.