Bone Thugs N Harmony F--- tha Police Lyrics:
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
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/xcw ]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.
Lyrics: F--- tha Police, Bone Thugs N Harmony [end] 