When I Die Lyrics by Krayzie Bone

When I Die Lyrics

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


    Krayzie
    Man, what the fuck is we gonna do man? i'm tellin' you (shit man, i can't
    Believe this shit man
    The muthafuckers done killed him and y'all 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, what's
    Happenin'?
    Nigga that's what the fuck i'm talkin' bout, nigga. let's 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 ain't the same/ niggas is
    Dangerous buckin' like it's
    The thang to bust/ when i looked at my nigga fucked up i couldn't 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 wasn't ready to die? some i'm beggin' my niggas to
    Get my revenge
    And to do it the same night that they put me under/ now i'm 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 don't 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 i'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky/ terror squad to the
    Day that died, what?
    Big punisher
    I'm a thug, i'm a die high, o.d. off the la-la/ niggas keep tellin' me get off
    That weed/ choke
    I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ nigga, fuck that/ i'm a keep hittin' that
    {puffs} till my lung collapse
    What's wrong with that, you hypocrite? just a lil' bit, you know you down with
    That/ it's all good
    In your hood, havin' laughs, puff weed to clear my cataracts/ never thought i'd
    See the inside of an
    Ambulance, but now i'm there/ too many dead brain cells runnin' round inside my
    Head
    That's 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 i'm 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 i'm gone" then, they
    Wanna know i pack
    Chrome/ for one, i'm paranoid; smokin' to much of that weed/ what's that? i just
    Heard a noise
    Get the 12 gauge, and i call my boys/ muthafuckers is plottin' to get me/ i know
    When i'm dreamin'
    This, so that's the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with the
    Infrared beams and shit
    So nigga don't trip/ watch out! the reaper, he seem to be gettin' closer, so i'm
    Runnin' from that
    Muthafucker (y'all 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 it's sellin' but what they ain't
    Tellin' niggas is that it's 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 don't take murder for no joke that's like
    Slittin' your own throat
    But i can tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes...
    -refrain-

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