f--- tha police þarký sözü

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.