28.Whom Die They Lie
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
m
Adly, '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
Le 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
'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
Flesh：
Whom die they lie.
Krayzie：
No mo' mercy . . .
Flesh：
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
(.
.) 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'
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 cr
Teady, 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 yo
Ough, 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
fuck
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：
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 t
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 whi
E 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 o
To 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'
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.
who
They lie.
Krayzie：
Whom die they lie.
No mo' mercy . . .
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
t
Lose, 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.
An 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
T 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'
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
nigg
D 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 . . .
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