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Bizzy:
It's East 1999 time.
I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in
casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. Is
you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, and nigga,
bet I bury, then move, true to the murder mo,
gladly, 'cause the haters never had to have me,
want to follow fools through alleys, 'cause ready
to lose and daddy who raised me like Layzie,
Krayzie, probably St. Clair babies, so hate me,
but I handle my business, so lately I can handle
my shady, kill 'em, but won't think I'm a bomb
again, not even if they put me in prison and give
me time, I'm ready for the killin', go get 'em,
and I'm a fill 'em with eleven of mine and one
die. Is he ready to lie if I decide, lookin' at my
killin' and decide to boom to go bye, I'm gonna
fly [fly], whom die they lie.
Flesh:
Whom die they lie.
Krayzie:
No mo' mercy . . .
Flesh:
Whom die they lie. [Shot.]
Flesh:
Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real
trues, still be payin' dues, saw them sneakin',
and a nigga gettin' sick of all the playas, they
hatin'. Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth
bullshit and they lose, lookin' so deep in they
eyes, and tell it when they lyin', stop tryin',
but they never convince none, got hundreds runnin'
up with gauges. Still I'm sure they sure they
fryin' us, but I buck, sometimes I save it, for me
kill 'em off later, man. So, what if it got too
late for me to get 'em? Then gotta switch to
testin' G's. In this game I aim to keep away from
every crazy steady, we're too quick to pull petty
bullshit. Y'all thought that you could fuck with
the Cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and I
wish you would, bitch, pop, (...?...) and have to
show you through, when Bone thugs comin' in, it's
a headline. Time to get on top of mountain top
when they got (?) all over this nation, world, and
I plan on, now look at you bustas get mad. Beat
the fuckas on their own line, don't make '
em tell it to ya twice, when you crack a grip,
keep it real, but you sure will pay the price (?).
Layzie:
Whom die they lie.
Krayzie:
No mo' mercy . . .
Layzie:
Whom die they lie [Shot.]
Layzie:
Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta, little
sneaky muthafucka on a mission, got me plottin'
for it quickly. Who fried? Do or die, nigga, you
and I for the creep on the come up, and pay these
niggas a visit. So is it, was it, wicked ways, got
me strugglin' for days. Hey, a nigga's gotta eat,
so yo, I gotta get paid and blaze. So swift not to
catch a case, crept up in his place while the
nigga was gone for his safe and his stones, and
it's on, 'cause the Bones havin' a say, I won't
forget this evenin'. Nigga had theif, Little
Layzie Bone, thievin', 'cause he had cameras hid
off into his ceiling. Pin me, niggas run away,
they said they lookin' for me, but I'm a find a
nigga, kill him, 'fore this nigga find me. Y'all
niggas know I'm murder-bound, see me when I'm
servin' now, parlay it down, breakin' it down in
the C-Town, spot 'em on the avenue, follow he's
passin' through, get 'em at the next red light,
green light, got the go ahead, infrared on your
forehead. Whom die they lie.
Krayzie:
Whom die they lie.
No mo' mercy . . .
Whom die they lie. [Shot.]
I'm that nigga with the shotty runnin' at you
niggas, poppin' enemy. Drop 'em. Me gotta get 'em,
kill 'em before they get me. Coppers on us, and
you know the bitches want us, but as soon as they
close, it's the pap pap, pardon me. Take a look,
and what you see--Krayzie still runnin' from the
police, 'cause I got a fuckin' bag of weed. I
believe in sale, now, on the scene. I can do it. I
can kill 'em if he gotta be a casualty. He after
me, but I'm a put a bullet through your head.
Shoulda fled, but you didn't, so bye-bye. Take 'em
a couple a days to get your body outta the sea,
meet your fuckin' fate and in grave lay. St.
Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin', oh but
they can't take it, if you wanna make it, break
'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid? Oh, you're
fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days.
Crime, yes, it pays, if it's cool with it, cool
with it, never act a fool with it, broad, 'cause
your lose. And me kill a muthafuckin' nigga,
'cause a nigga told another nigga, I know who
did it. Rollin' with the thuggish bunch of all.
Let 'cha nuts hang, nigga, and cut your balls.
It's Mr. Sawed-off, Sawed-off. Whom die, die, whom
die, die, they lie.
Krayzie:
Whom die they lie.
No mo' mercy . . .
Whom die they lie. [Shot.]
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