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Song title: Krayzie Bone - When I Die

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Krayzie, fat joe, big punisher, and cuban link:thug mentality 1999

Krayzie
Man, what the fuck is we gonna do man? Im tellin you (shit man, I cant
Believe this shit man
The muthafuckers done killed him and yall niggas know we got ride for this
Nigga right here
On these ho-ass niggas) yeah, I say we ride over there right now, nigga, whats
Happenin?
Nigga thats what the fuck Im talkin bout, nigga. lets roll.
Krayzie
As we delve throu the mud and rain, trey shots of tanq. ease the pain/ as we put
To rest one of my
Niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain, shit aint the same/ niggas is
Dangerous buckin like its
The thang to bust/ when I looked at my nigga fucked up I couldnt help thinkin
This could have been
Aimed for us/ niggas do hate like that/ nigga, you never know, he say a friend,
But I smell foe
I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door, so I sleep with a
Big 4-4/ but what if
I fuck up and pull it to slow? you know what they say; gotta go, gotta go/ what
If I be the one
Breathin no more? oh, well/ when I die I want all my muthafuckers to ride for
Me on the niggas
That did me, killed me, committed my homicide/ gather up after the funeral
(posse up!) and pull out
All the big guns/ go throu every hood poppin till somebody takes some/ how in
The fuck
Can I rest in peace when I wasnt ready to die? some Im beggin my niggas to
Get my revenge
And to do it the same night that they put me under/ now Im gone but this thug
Shit gon live on
Just write on my tombstone; he was that thuggish ruggish bone (he was that
Thuggish 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 joe
Yeah, when I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin, lyin, talkin bout
They all love
Ryan and joey too/ you should have seen me at the funeral sportin the top hat,
Tuxedo was royal blue
Murder who? nigga I died in the car chase/ shot the place like the last scene in
Scarface
Now Im in the far place chillin in the whites of the sky/ terror squad to the
Day that died, what?
Big punisher
Im a thug, Im a die high, o.d. off the la-la/ niggas keep tellin me get off
That weed/ choke
Im a keep smokin on that thai-a/ nigga, fuck that/ Im a keep hittin that
{puffs} till my lung collapse
Whats wrong with that, you hypocrite? just a lil bit, you know you down with
That/ its all good
In your hood, havin laughs, puff weed to clear my cataracts/ never thought id
See the inside of an
Ambulance, but now Im there/ too many dead brain cells runnin round inside my
Head
Thats why when I die my eyes were bloodshot red
Cuban link
Now picture me dead still gettin head in the coffin; flossin/ bitches
Fightin, cryin, tryin to get a
Bigger portion/ my niggas talkin figurin how to get my fortune while Im lost
In space waitin for
Satan and his horsemans/ walkin throu fire sparkin my lighter, cloud the sky
Up
Rising higher and higher/ eye to eye with my messiah/ viya con dios/ as I cross
The gates of hell
I face the devil with a shovel and told him; brace yourself
Krayzie
Reporters 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, they
Wanna know I pack
Chrome/ for one, Im paranoid; smokin to much of that weed/ whats that? I just
Heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge, and I call my boys/ muthafuckers is plottin to get me/ I know
When Im dreamin
This, so thats the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with the
Infrared beams and shit
So nigga dont trip/ watch out! the reaper, he seem to be gettin closer, so im
Runnin from that
Muthafucker (yall come on!) swervin and duckin murder/ pistol-grip pump/
Nigga protected by the
Gauge/ mister sawed-off leather face/ reload the clip and into the crowd i
Spray/ murder, murder
Mo murder, murder/ kill, kill, kill/ shit its sellin but what they aint
Tellin niggas is that its real
But they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ better get your
Ass a shotgun
And go get a plastic glock/ nigga dont take murder for no joke thats like
Slittin your own throat
But I can tell you whatll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes...
-refrain-