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[Krayzie]
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Man what the fuck is we gone do man?
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Shit man I can't believe this shit man
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Them motherfuckers done killed him
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We got to ride for this nigga
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On them old hoe ass niggas
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I say we ride over right there right now
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That's what I'm talking about let's roll
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[verse 1]
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As we delve through the mud and rain
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Straight shots of Tangue ease the pain
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As we put to rest one of my niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain
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Shit ain't the same niggas is dangerous
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Buckin like it's the thang to bust
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When I looked at my nigga fucked up
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I couldn't help thinking this could've been aimed for us
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Niggas do hate like that, nigga you never know
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He say a friend but I smell foe
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So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door
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So I sleep with the big fo-fo
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But what if I fuck up and pull it too slow
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You know what they say gotta go gotta go
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What if I be the one breathing no more, oh well
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When I die I want all my motherfuckers to ride [for me]
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On the niggas that did me killed me committed my homicide
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Gather up after the funeral [posse up] and pull out all the big guns
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Go through every hood poppin till somebody tell you somethin
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How in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die
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So I'm begging my niggas to get my revenge
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And do it the same night they put me under
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Now I'm gone but this thug shit gone live on
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Just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone
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[chorus]
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Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [nigga you never know when you gone die]
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Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [ say never know when it could be you]
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Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [they leave yo house and don't come back]
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Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [this shit is real and oh so true]
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[repeat]
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[Fat Joe]
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When I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin
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Lying talkin bout they all love Ryan
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And Joey too, you should've seen him at the funeral
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Sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who
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Nigger I died in the car chase shot the place like the last scene in Scarface
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Now I'm in the far place chillin in the whites of the sky Terror Squad till
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the day I die
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[Big Pun]
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I'ma thug I'ma die high O.D. off the la-la
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Niggas tell me get off that weed I'ma keep smoking on that thai-ai
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Nigga fuck that I'ma keep hittin that
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[Puff puff] till my lung collapse what's wrong with that
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You hypocrite just a little bit you know you down with it
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It's all good in your hood having laughs
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Puff weed to clear my cataracts
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Never thought I'd see the inside of an ambulance
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But now I'm there too many dead brain cells, runnin round inside my head
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That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red
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[Cuban Link]
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Now picture me dead still getting head in the coffin flossin
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Bitches fightin cryin tryin to get a bigger portion
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My niggas talkin figuring how to get my fortune
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While I'm lost in space waiting for satan and his horseman
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Walkin through fire sparkin my lighter cloud the sky up
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Rising higher and higher eye to eye with my messiah
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Viya Con Dios as I cross the gates of hell
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I faced the devil with a shovel and told him brace yourself
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[Krayzie]
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Reporters steady ask why KB be talkin bout murder on all the songs
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I say cause I could step out the door somebody could pop and I'm gone
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Then they wanna know why I pack chrome for one I'm paranoid
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Smoking too much of that weed what's that I just heard a noise
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Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys
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Motherfuckers is plottin to get me I know when I'm dreaming this
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So that's the meaning of this
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Nine millimeter heater strapped with infrared beams and shit
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So nigga don't trip the reaper seem to be getting closer
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So I'm running from that motherfucker swervin and duckin murder
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Pistol grip pump protected by the gauge
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Mr Sawed-Off Leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd I spray
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Murder murder mo murder murder kill kill kill
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Shit it's selling but what they ain't telling niggas is that it's real
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But you better realize for it be you in the casket dropped
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Better get you ass a shotgun and go get a plastic glock
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Nigga don't take murder for no joke that's like slittin your own throat
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But I tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes
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[chorus]
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When I Die
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| Krayzie Bone |
