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[[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 f*ck to say . . .
[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
F*ck the police. F*ck the police. F*ck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthaf*ckin' right.
Layzie:
I'm tired of these muthaf*ckin' 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 muthaf*cka 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*ck the police. F*ck the police. F*ck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthaf*ckin' right.