Bizzy:
Shhh. Shut upnigga. Shut the fuck upnigga. Here they come. Here they come. Here they comenigga. Duck down
nigga. Duck down. Duck down. Dogs barking. Shit.
Cop:
There they are.
Bizzy:
Shit. Come onnigga. Come on.
Cop:
These assholes are nothin .
Bizzy:
Niggarun for it. Nigga make--
Cop:
Freezemuthafucka!
Bizzy:
Shit.
Gunshot.

Bizzy:
I m little Ripsta. I m . . .
Krayzie:
Leather Face comin to kill em at night.
Bizzy:
Die. Die. Die.
Krayzie:
. . . so must we buck them studio thugstas. I m . . .
Bizzy:
. . . willing and ready to ride.

Krayzie:
I pop pop droppin them niggas with the glock gun. Niggayou best start runduckin the shotgunleavin em up off my block
stunned. One eighty seven lessonand we done told ya. You fuckin with Boneyou better believe we livin like soldiers. We
lovin that thugsta shitso niggajust throw your pumps in the air. Then you pump pumpput one in a copper like ya just don t
care. You don t wanna fuck withyou don t wanna buck with a realer nigga. Better check my manuscript: drugdealerkilla
cabbage peeler thug with the Ripsta. #1with the guncome comeget some. Senseless killa. Fifth dog and posserun get
gone. Fuck with the Bonefour niggas strongleave em alone til it be on. Krayzie put on one in your domeandnigga be
thinkin I m wrongso go on. Cause nigga the sawed-off ain t full of shit. Me lovin to smoke tweed and me weedman. They
givin me what me needmanwhen I light my bluntfold the niggas up in me hoodso when we smokesmokesmokeget
paid goodso we gonna blaze good. So come to the Land where all the thugs be real. Them St. Clair niggas--they ain t no
jokeso catch a slug or chillnigga.

Bizzy:
I m little Ripsta. I m . . .
Krayzie:
Leather Face comin to kill em at night.
Bizzy:
Die. Die. Die.
Krayzie:
. . . so must we buck them studio thugstas. I m . . .
Bizzy:
. . . willing and ready to ride.

Cop:
Lie down with your hands behind your back. Cocking of gun.
Bizzy:
Nawbitchyou lie your funk ass on the ground.
Reporter:
The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare . . .
Commotion.

Bizzy:
Runnin with gats and batssoniggadon t test Rest or you get a peeled cap. Pap. Pap. That pumpbetter check that gun
fore a nigga done get that skull cracked. Lil Rip didn t wanna the bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up. Let s swerve
to the burbsset up a hold upso many bodies me blowed up. Nutsbucksand gutsnigga mistakin they balls for dogs. All
niggas ll get mauledno thang to pick up a pump and ...?... know yaand never hold ya especially when them rolls up. Bet I
bringin in them gunsruna thug get low down. You don t wanna get nutted cause nigga you gonna get bloody bloody once
you see the braids and skully. Cuttin that throat when I m rippin up somethin lovely. What is it in yadeep in the dead? And
we get fried. P.O.D. d when I comes to ridecreepbut you sleepand then fall in the nightonce inside forgettin about
remorse. Your curse will ride. Cry now when you re ready to lie down. When I m weak in a mental statesomebody gonna
dienow.

Meanwhileswerve to the burbs.

Witness:
Manhe just--. He all of a suddenjust jumped out of a window. I didn t know what was goin on. I m just walkin by. Just
got a bottle of wine. I was just walkin byand all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. That was it. I don t know
what happened.
Witness 2:
WellI saw his wife begging himand she said quot;Don t jump. quot; And he did.
Whistle.
Reporter 2:
Did you know the guy?
Witness 3:
He sure had a problem. That s all I could tell ya.
Witness 4:
All I seen was them put the lady in a police care and take her. I guess it was his wife.

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