fuck the police Lyrics

[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
f___ the police. f___ the police. f___ 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're m____fuckin' right.
Krayzie:
Yo, f___ the police, comin' straight from the underground.
A young n____ got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color. Some
police think they have the authority to kill a minority,
but m____fucka mad,
'cause I ain't the one for a punk m____fucka 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.
f___in' with a n____, 'cause a n____ turned major,
and got a little bit of money and they play us,
search a n____ car,
lookin' for a product,
thinkin' every thug n____ 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, n____, 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 f__s or what--
search a n____ 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 m____fucka in a blue uniform.
Just 'cause I'm from the C-L-E,
the punk m____fuckas are afraid of me, huh.
A young n____ on the warpath,
and when I'm finished,
it's gonna be a bloodbath
of cops dying around my way.
Yo, b____, I got somethin' to say:
[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
f___ the police. f___ the police. f___ 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're m____fuckin' right.
Krayzie and Layzie:
f___ the police and Bone said it with authority,
'cause the n____s on the street is a majority, a gang,
and it's whenever I'm steppin'
that a m____fuckin' weapon is kept in
the stash spot for the so-called law,
wishin' Bone was some n____s that they never saw.
Lights start flashin' behind me,
but they scared of a n____,
so they mase me to blind me,
but that s___ don't work. I just laugh,
and plus, it gives 'em a hint not to step in my path.
The police, I'm sayin', "f___ you, punk."
Readin' my rights and s___.
It's all junk.
Pullin' out a silly club,
so you stand with a fake-a__ 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 f___ you up.
Made ya think I'm a kick your a__,
and drop the gat,
and Bone's gon' blast.
I'm sneaky as f___ when it comes to crime,
and I'm a smoke 'em now and not next time.
Smoke any m____fucka that sweats me
and any a__hole that threatens me.
I'm a sniper with a hell of a scope,
takin' out a cop or two.
They can't f___ with me.
The m____fuckin' killa that's mad
with potential to get bad as f___.
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 n____s like Bone, don't give a f___ to say . . .
[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
f___ the police. f___ the police. f___ 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're m____fuckin' right.
Layzie:
I'm tired of these m____fuckin' 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 b___.
I kick a__, n____.
Maybe, 'cause I blast
on a stupid-a__ n____ 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, n____,
but still I got flavor.
Without a gun and a badge, what do you got?
A n____ in a uniform waitin' to get shot
by me or one of my n____s,
and with a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or bigger.
Krayzie:
Size don't mean s___. 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 m____fucka 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:
f___ the police. f___ the police. f___ 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're m____fuckin' right.