since I was born. Yes, I can run, but I can't hide. Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone. Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me. I can't
blaring.] Layzie: Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em . . . Krayzie: Surprise. You're muthafuckin' right. Krayzie: Yo, fuck the police
Sirens blaring.] Layzie: Fuck the police. Fuck the police. Fuck 'em . . . Krayzie: Surprise. You're muthafuckin' right. Krayzie: Yo, fuck the police
comin' Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause Flesh be lovin' this money, this money I'm
my heat And it ain't no peace and fuck tha police Come out the house all eye's on me Jump in my 5 double 0 B E N Z X L and I hit the freeway Nigga thought
t talkin' We are tryin' to hit the target we launchin' Police brutality got to cease But I see the NYPD don't want peace And the LAPD don't want peace
friends? Flesh-N-Bone: I've been ready for the pain, I'm here to bring all the noise. Don't think you can avoid the wrath, then get 'em in a (math),
realer nigga for more than I can handle, the trust was asked so that's for a mack, got caught up in a scandal, police ain't right, and we ain't either
know I'm, and I know I'm) (I know I'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and I know I'm and I know I'm) 'Cause she was just another one night stand
Have babies by one of my enemies, have babies by one of my enemies (I'm still high) Phone jury, call the police, they can never hold me. (I'm still
drink Here nigga, here some Hennessey Man, them niggas can't be dying Bone Thugs Negro Don't know where you are? It can't be over It ain't over with
and my pops was face to face Lookin' eye to eye (Hello, son) He said, "Son I'm on the run And I don't wanna be alone" I said, "Don't say another word '
t that a bitch? But that's life. This shit ain't nothin' nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right. And I can't stop 'em or knock 'em, but yo, I wouldn
X2) Even though I'm makin money, Even though I'm makin money, (Gotta do, gotta struggle, gotta hustle, gotta do what I do...) Even though I'm makin money
passing Through then hit the ground And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin' with this I'm
'm a bomb again, no leavin' as they put me in prison and give me time, I'm ready for the gun to go get'em and I'm a fill 'em with eleven of mine and one
. He said he came to get some; nigga, he ain't really want none. Don't let them suckas fool ya. Bustas won't do too much [Nigga ain't really want none