Bizzy Bone - Die Die Die lyrics

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Bizzy Bone - Die Die Die lyrics

[Bizzy Bone] (whispering) Shut up n***a...Shut the f** up n***a Here they come...Here they come Here they come n***a...Duck down n***a duck down [Dogs barking] [Cop] There they are [Bizzy] sh**..come on n***a come on n***a run for it n***a make.. [Cop] Freeze motherf**er! [Bizzy] sh**... [Gunshot] (Chorus) [Bizzy Bone] I'm lil' ripsta, im... [Krayzie Bone] Leather face comin' to k** them at night [Bizzy] Die Die Die [Krayzie] So we buck them studio thugstas I'm... [Bizzy] Willing and ready to ride [Krayzie Bone] Pop pop, droppin' them n***as with the Glock gun n***a, you best start run, duckin' the shotgun Leavin' 'em up off my block stunned One eighty seven lesson and we done told ya You f**in' with Bone you better believe we livin' like soldiers We lovin' that thugsta sh** so n***a just throw your pumps in the air Then you pump pump put one in a coppa like ya just don't care You don't wanna f** with you don't wanna buck with a realer n***a Better check my man*script Drugdealer, k**a, cabbage peeler Thug with Lil' Ripsta number one with the gun come come get some Senseless k**a Fifth Dog and posse run get gone f** with the Bone four n***as strong leave 'em alone til' it be on Krayzie put on one in your dome And n***a be thinkin' I'm wrong so go on Cause n***a the sawed-off ain't full of sh** Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed man They givin' me what me need man when I light my blunt Fold the n***as up in me hood so when we smoke smoke smoke Get paid good so we gonna blaze good So come to The Land where all the thugs be real Them St. Claire n***as they ain't no joke So catch a slug or chill n***a (Chorus) [Cop] Lie down with your hands behind your back [Gun being co*ked] [Bizzy Bone] Naw b**h you lie your funky a** on the ground..now [News Reporter] This seemingly routine investigation Had become a horrible nightmare.. [Bizzy] Running with gats and bats So n***a don't test rest or you get a peeled cap Pap pap that pump better check that gun For a n***a done get that skull cracked Lil' Rip done rolled up The bigger the n***a the quicker get showed up Let's swerve to the burbs set up a hold up So many bodies me blowed up Nuts bucks and guts n***a mistakin' them balls for dogs All n***as'll get mauled no thing to pick up a pump And people know ya and never hold ya especially when them rolls up Bet I bringin' in them guns run a thug get low down You don't wanna get nutted cause' n***a you gonna get bloody Once you see the braids and skully Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely What is it in ya? deep in the dead when we get fried POD when I comes to ride Creep but you sleep and then fall in the night Once inside forgettin' about remorse your curse will ride Cry now when you're ready to lie down When I'm weak in a mental state Somebody gonna die now Meanwhile swerve to the burbs [Witness 1] Man he just all of a sudden just jumped out of a window I didn't know what was goin' on I'm just walkin' by Just got a bottle of wine.. I was just walkin' by And all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled (And that was it.) I don't know? [Witness 2] Well I saw his wife begging him And she said "don't jump" and he did [Reporter 2] Did you know the guy? [Witness 3] He sure had a problem That's all I could tell ya [Witness 4] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car And take her I guess it was his wife

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