Krayzie Bone - When I Die Lyrics
Krayzie, fat joe, big punisher, and cuban link:thug mentality 1999KrayzieMan, what the ***** is we gonna do man? Im tellin you (shit man, I cantBelieve this shit manThe mutha*****ers done killed him and yall niggas know we got ride for thisNigga right hereOn these ho-ass niggas) yeah, I say we ride over there right now, nigga, whatsHappenin?Nigga thats what the ***** Im talkin bout, nigga. lets roll.KrayzieAs we delve throu the mud and rain, trey shots of tanq. ease the pain/ as we putTo rest one of myNiggas that got cut up and lost half his brain, shit aint the same/ niggas isDangerous buckin like itsThe thang to bust/ when I looked at my nigga *****ed up I couldnt help thinkinThis could have beenAimed for us/ niggas do hate like that/ nigga, you never know, he say a friend,But I smell foeI sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door, so I sleep with aBig 4-4/ but what ifI ***** up and pull it to slow? you know what they say; gotta go, gotta go/ whatIf I be the oneBreathin no more? oh, well/ when I die I want all my mutha*****ers to ride forMe on the niggasThat did me, killed me, committed my homicide/ gather up after the funeral(posse up!) and pull outAll the big guns/ go throu every hood poppin till somebody takes some/ how inThe *****Can I rest in peace when I wasnt ready to die? some Im beggin my niggas toGet my revengeAnd to do it the same night that they put me under/ now Im gone but this thugShit gon live onJust write on my tombstone; he was that thuggish ruggish bone (he was thatThuggish ruggish bone)-refrain-Murder mo, niggas gon kill some more...(nigga you never know when you gon die. say, never know when it could be you......that leave your house and dont come back. this shit is real, and oh so true)Fat joeYeah, when I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin, lyin, talkin boutThey all loveRyan and joey too/ you should have seen me at the funeral sportin the top hat,Tuxedo was royal blueMurder who? nigga I died in the car chase/ shot the place like the last scene inScarfaceNow Im in the far place chillin in the whites of the sky/ terror squad to theDay that died, what?Big punisherIm a thug, Im a die high, o.d. off the la-la/ niggas keep tellin me get offThat weed/ chokeIm a keep smokin on that thai-a/ nigga, ***** that/ Im a keep hittin that{puffs} till my lung collapseWhats wrong with that, you hypocrite? just a lil bit, you know you down withThat/ its all goodIn your hood, havin laughs, puff weed to clear my cataracts/ never thought idSee the inside of anAmbulance, but now Im there/ too many dead brain cells runnin round inside myHeadThats why when I die my eyes were bloodshot redCuban linkNow picture me dead still gettin head in the coffin; flossin/ *****esFightin, cryin, tryin to get aBigger portion/ my niggas talkin figurin how to get my fortune while Im lostIn space waitin forSatan and his horsemans/ walkin throu fire sparkin my lighter, cloud the skyUpRising higher and higher/ eye to eye with my messiah/ viya con dios/ as I crossThe gates of hellI face the devil with a shovel and told him; brace yourselfKrayzieReporters steady ask; why k.b. talk about murder on all the songs? I tell em;Cuz I can step out that door, somebody could pop, and Im gone then, theyWanna know I packChrome/ for one, Im paranoid; smokin to much of that weed/ whats that? I justHeard a noiseGet the 12 gauge, and I call my boys/ mutha*****ers is plottin to get me/ I knowWhen Im dreaminThis, so thats the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with theInfrared beams and shitSo nigga dont trip/ watch out! the reaper, he seem to be gettin closer, so imRunnin from thatMutha*****er (yall come on!) swervin and duckin murder/ pistol-grip pump/Nigga protected by theGauge/ mister sawed-off leather face/ reload the clip and into the crowd iSpray/ murder, murderMo murder, murder/ kill, kill, kill/ shit its sellin but what they aintTellin niggas is that its realBut they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ better get yourAss a shotgunAnd go get a plastic glock/ nigga dont take murder for no joke thats likeSlittin your own throatBut I can tell you whatll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes...-refrain-
