I need a motha fuckin' cigarrette... Shit, fuck that man.
-Intro-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 motherfuck 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)
-Chorus-Krayzie-
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...)
Asu
Nigga tried to ride, hellraisin'/ Figured he could get at me since my man was blazin'/ So we cooked up some type of strategy/ But don't be hurtin'/ I keep my shells and turtles in all plans is for this war, like milk went to curdle/ Cause see I ain't or ever been scared, just prepared/ Nigga wanted to make primetime so that ass got air/ On the news, blew the wrong fuse, payed more than dues/ And for the crime, he got the coffin and all I got was the county blues
Shade Sheist
The justice just mailed me to a crucifix/ They gave me 2 and a 6 for a brick, I'm feelin sick/ The frame was narcotics and the body/ Its funny, Kray, my strap was a nine, so I could murder this hotty with a shotty/ Justine, she tried to sell her soul, for parole/ But at the same time I'm gettin day time, L.P. weight time for droll/ Too intelligent son, to hold the foe/ So now we demonstrate, articulate, gonna rival the storm
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-Krayzie-
K Mont
Man, I can't believe this shit/ I never thought I'd be doin a bid/ But whats really fucked up, is that my wife just had my kid/ And now I never get to see him take his first step/ I guess I shoulda thought twice before I loaded the Tech/ Hey yo, my brother was hustlin he had Pitcher Lock/ He had the money and hoes, the hatas started to plot/ After a while he got murdered, I hadda get his revenge/ Ya, I hit the block up, all his foes and his friends
-Chorus-Krayzie-
-Outro-Krayzie-
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...
Recorded for the Damizza album Where I Wanna Be (2001)
Sample taken from Day-O (Banana Boat Song) by W. Attaway