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.