LYRICS
Bizzy [police officer]
Shhh! shut up, mother****er. shut the **** up, mother****er. here they come. here they come. here they come, mother****er. duck down, mother****er. duck down. duck down. **** it! [there they are.] **** it, come on, mother****er. come
These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.] make a run for it. mother****er make a... [freeze, mother****er!] **** it
Bizzy [krayzie]
I'm little ripsta. i'm... [leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.]＃bye
Die, die, die! [so must we buck them studio thugstas. i'm...]
Willin' and ready to ride.
Krayzie
Pop-pop! droppin' them mother****ers with the glock, done. mother****er, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned. one eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. you mother****ing
One, you better believe we livin' like soldiers. we droppin' that thugsta **** it, so mother****er just throw your pumps in the air. then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care. you
Wanna **** it with, you don't wanna buck with a realer mother****er. better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler. mother****er with the ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some. senseless k
Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. mother****er with the bone, four mother****ers strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on. krayzie put one to your dome and mother****ers be thinkin' i'm wrong, so go on. 'cause motherfu
Wed-off ain't full of **** it. me lovin' to smoke titches and me niggas, man. they givin' me what me need, man. when i light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get
Ood, so we goin' blaze good.
So come to the land where all the thugs be real. them st. clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, mother****er
Bizzy [krayzie]
I'm little ripsta. i'm... [leather face comin' to kill 'em at night.]＃bye
Die, die, die! [so must we buck them studio thugstas. i'm...]
Willin' and ready to ride.
Bizzy [police officer]
[lie down with your hands behind your back!] naw mother****er, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now
Reporter
The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nigh******are.
Bizzy
Runnin' with gats and bats, so mother****er, don't test rest or you get a peeled cap. pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a mother****er done get that skull cracked. little' rip didn't wanna! th
R the nigger the quicker get showed up. let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up. nuts, bucks, and guts, mother****ers mistakin' they mother****ers for dogs. all mother****ers'll get m
No thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all. and they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!. bet i bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down. you don't wanna get nutted,
E nigga you gonna get bloody [bloody] once you see the braids and skully. cuttin' that throat when i'm rippin' up somethin' lovely. what is it in you, deeper than dead? and we get fried. p.o.d.
N a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night. once inside forgettin' about remorse. your curse will ride. cry now when you're ready to lie down. when i'm weak in a mental st
Somebody gonna die, now.
Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.
Witnesses
Man, he just...all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window. i didn't know what was goin' on. i'm just walkin' by. just got a◇bought a bottle of wine. i was walkin' by, and all i seen was him
When that lady yelled. [that was it.] i'm not sure what happened.
Well, i saw his wife begging him, and she said, "don't jump." and he did...wheeeeeew
Did you know the guy?
He sure had a problem. that's all i could tell you.
All i seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, i guess it was his wife.