Bone Thugs N Harmony - F*** Tha Police (remix) Lyrics
Interpolated by krayzie bone and layzie bone [sirens blaring.] Layzie: ***** the police. ***** the police. ***** 'em . . . Krayzie: Surprise. You're mutha*****in' right. Krayzie: Yo, ***** 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 *****a mad, 'cause i ain't the one for a punk mutha*****a 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. *****in' with a nigga, 'c 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, th 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 R. 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 th Slam ya down to the street t Op. black police showin' out for the white cop, but krayzie bone will swarm on any mutha*****a in a blue uniform. just 'cause i'm from the c-l-e, the punk mutha*****as are afraid of me, huh. a Nigga on the warpath, and when i'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath of cops dying around my way. yo, *****, i got somethin' to say: [sirens blaring.] Layzie: ***** the police. ***** the police. ***** 'em . . . Krayzie: Surprise. You're mutha*****in' right. Krayzie and layzie: ***** 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 mutha*****in' weapon is kept in the stash spot for th 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, Lus, it gives 'em a hint not to step in my path. the police, i'm sayin', "***** you, punk." readin' my rights and shit. it's all junk. pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a f Ss 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 ***** you up. made ya think i'm a kick your ass, and drop the gat, and bone's g Last. i'm sneaky as ***** when it comes to crime, and i'm a smoke 'em now and not next time. smoke any mutha*****a that sweats me and any ***** that threatens me. i'm a sniper with a hell of Pe, takin' out a cop or two. they can' T ***** with me. the mutha*****in' killa that's mad with potential to get bad as *****. now i'm a turn it around--dig in the clip, yo, and this is the sound: [two gunshots.] yeah, somethin' lik T, 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 ***** to say . . . [sirens blaring.] Layzie: ***** the police. ***** the police. ***** 'em . . . Krayzie: Surprise. You're mutha*****in' right. Layzie: I'm tired of these mutha*****in' 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 kic , 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 s E, '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? Igga 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 mutha*****a with a gun. and when i'm rollin' off t Ght, 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: ***** the police. ***** the police. ***** 'em . . . Krayzie: Surprise. You're mutha*****in' right.
