Fuck Tha Police (N.W.A. Tribute)

[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
 [bad word] the police. [bad word] the police. [bad word] 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're [bad word] #39; right.
Krayzie:
Yo, [bad word] the [bad word] #39; straight from the underground.
young [bad word] got it bad 'cause I'm brown and not the other color. Some
police think they have the authority to kill a minority,
but [bad word] mad,
'cause I ain't the one for a punk [bad word] 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.
 [bad word] #39; with a [bad word]  'cause a [bad word] turned major,
and got a little bit of money and they play us,
search a [bad word] car,
lookin' for a product,
thinkin' every thug [bad word] 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, [bad word]  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 [bad word] or what--
search a [bad word] 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 [bad word] in a blue uniform.
Just 'cause I'm from the C-L-E,
the punk [bad word] are afraid of me, huh.
young [bad word] on the warpath,
and when I'm finished,
it's gonna be a bloodbath
of cops dying around my way.
Yo, [bad word]  I got somethin' to say:
[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
 [bad word] the police. [bad word] the police. [bad word] 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're [bad word] #39; right.
Krayzie and Layzie:
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] #39; 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 [bad word] 
so they mase me to blind me,
but that [bad word] don't work. I just laugh,
and plus, it gives 'em a hint not to step in my path.
The police, I'm sayin', " [bad word] you, punk."
Readin' my rights and [bad word] 
It's all junk.
Pullin' out a silly club,
so you stand with a fake [bad word] 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 [bad word] you up.
Made ya think I'm a kick your [bad word] 
and drop the gat,
and Bone's gon' blast.
I'm sneaky as [bad word] when [bad word] to crime,
and I'm a smoke 'em now and not next time.
Smoke any [bad word] that sweats me
and any [bad word] that threatens me.
I'm a sniper with a [bad word] of a scope,
takin' out a cop or two.
They can't [bad word] with me.
The [bad word] #39; killa that's mad
with potential to get bad as [bad word] 
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 [bad word] to say . . .
[Sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
 [bad word] the police. [bad word] the police. [bad word] 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're [bad word] #39; right.
Layzie:
I'm tired of these [bad word] #39; 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 [bad word]  [bad word] 
Maybe, 'cause I blast
on a stupid [bad word] [bad word] when I'm playin' with the trigger
of an uzi or an AK,
'cause the police always got somethin' stupid to sa