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Whom Die They Lie lyrics
[Bizzy talking]
It s East 1999 time
[Bizzy]
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, better burn
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 we think I m a bomb again
No leavin as they put me in prison and give me time
I m ready for the gun to 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 s in his eyes and 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]
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 about shit and they lose
Lookin so deep 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 late at night
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, pop and pump and have to show you through
When Mo thugs comin in, it s a headline
Time to get on top of moff top
When they got on stages 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 should die, pay the price top
Whom die they lie
[Layzie]
Whom die they lie
[Krayzie]
No mo mercy . . .
[Layzie]
Whom die they lie [Shot]
Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta
Little sneaky muthafucka on a mission
Grind, be 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 killin before this nigga find me
Y all niggas know a murder-bound city
See me when I m servin now, parlay it down
Breakin it down in the C-Town
Spot em on the avenue, follow him 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]
[Krayzie]
I m that nigga with the shot and, red-hand
Answerin niggas, poppin enemy
Drop em
Me gotta get em
Kill em before they get the 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 ll be leavin 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
Or your 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 losin me
Tell a muthafuckin nigga, cause a nigga told another nigga
"I know who did it"
Rollin with the thuggish bunch of all
Testin nuts, and, nigga, we ll 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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