[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.