Fuck Tha Police Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

[Sirens blaring.] 

Layzie: 

Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em(X2) 

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 top. 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: 

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[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 . . . 

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[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.