(Lyrics as released by) Bone Thugs N Harmony featuring Shade Sheist
Krayzie Bone
I need a motha fuckin' cigarrette... Shit, fuck that man.
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Niggas start to ride it will never be peace (Would you forgive me Lord if I killed that man?) My niggas want freedom/ Niggas bust your guns, nigga mothafuck peace (Would you forgive me Lord if I killed that man? Would you forgive me Lord if I killed that man? That man that tried to run up and rob me livin' the devils intent)
Now they say daylight come and I wanna go home (I wanna go home) Daylight came but me can't go home (I got to...)
Layzie Bone
I wanna go home better yet I think I want to escape/ get me away from all this wickedness that done piled up on my plate/ Constant hate is my fate, try and build it all within me/ All these jealousies and envies got me watchin' our for my enemies/ Weed and Hennessy got my mind blurry/ And everybody is all in a hurry to tell their crime story but all the time worry, who get the glory? When everybody's gotta perish, is it money that you cherish? Or that baby in the carriage? Scared of death, I'll be never, one of my baby boy's is gone/ Probably kickin' it up in Heaven thuggini' at Tha Crossroads with Tombstone/ You wrong, who wrong, for packin' tha tpipe Mr. Officer/ Got you pickin' out your coffin Sir/ Get mad cauze you soft, Sir
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Shade Sheist
They say... They say that daylight came so I'm supposed to crack a smile/ But tell me what am I here to live for? And what am I gonna do now? Got my whole life on trial, game of life is such a risk/ Look it, I got my point, I'm takin' my roll (Roll...) but still I seemed to miss/ Gimme about 30 minutes yo' and I won't feel a thang except my problem change in range, a tab of pure MDMA/ Why does it come to this? I'm in an orange jumper pleadin' a case infront of a judge who won't budge/ I'm in a bus and in the gate
Krayzie Bone
Shit, when I heard the cell door drop I knew my it was over/ My life known on the outside does not exist no longer/ Caught up in the system I'm fucked/ took away my freedom, I'm stuck/ Man, I pace my cell late at night wondering what the fuck have I done (Lord, what have I done?) By the way my name is Slim and I'm in here for murder in the first degree on some niggas who put up and tried to murder me/ Self defense that ain't how the judge saw it/ Said I was a menace because of my prior record and he was sorry that he had to do it/ But hey, should I believe him, if he was sorry motha fucker wouldn't have sent me away/ That's why when niggas start to ride, it'll never be peace until we get freedom
-Chorus-
Now let me hear you scream fuck tha police (Fuck tha police) Pump your fist and scream fuck tha police (Fuck tha police) Let me hear you scream fuck tha police (Nigga, fuck tha police) Pump your fist and scream fuck tha police (Fuck tha police) Now let me hear you scream fuck tha police (Fuck tha police) Pump your fist and scream fuck tha police (Fuck tha police) Now let me hear you scream fuck tha police (Fuck tha police) Now pump your fist and scream fuck tha police (Fuck tha police) Let me hear you scream...
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Damizza album Where I Wanna Be/ www.damizza.com
Sample taken from Day-O (Banana Boat Song) by W. Attaway