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Bizzy Police Officer
Shhh! Shut up, nigg*. Shut the fk up, nigg*. Here they come. Here they come. Here they come, nigg*. Duck down, nigg*. Duck down. Duck down. s**t! There they are. s**t, come on, nigg*. Come on! These a**holes are nothin' for a stake out. Make a run for it. nigg* make a... Freeze, motherfker! s**t!
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 with the glock, done. nigg*, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned. One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. You fkin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers. We droppin' that thugsta s**t, so nigg* just throw your pumps in the air. Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care. You don't wanna fk with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigg*. Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler. fck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some. Senseless killa. Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. fck with the Bone, four strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on. Krayzie put one to your dome and nigg* be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. 'Cause nigg* this sawed-off ain't full of s**t. Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man. They givin' me what me need, man. When I light my blunt, fold the up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good.
So come to the Land where all the thugs be real. Them St. Clair , they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigg*.
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 b*tch, you lie your funky as* on the ground, now!
Reporter
The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare.
Bizzy
Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigg*, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap. Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigg* done get that skull cracked. Little' Rip didn't wanna! The bigger the nigg* 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, mistakin' they balls for dogs. All 'll get mauled, 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, 'cause nigg* you gonna get blood blood 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.'d when 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 state, 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 abought a bottle of wine. I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump 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.
