Bone Thugs-n-harmony - Whom Die They Lie lyrics

Bizzy: It's east 1999 time. I promise that i'll hunt you ba*tards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. is you ready for me magic? let 'em blast, and n***a, 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, k** '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 k**in', 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 k**in' and decide to 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.] Flesh: Now, who wanna go snitch? talk sh** about real trues, still be payin' dues, saw them sneakin', and a n***a 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 k** '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 bullsh**. y'all thought that you could f** with the cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and i wish you would, b**h, 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 f** 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: Whom die they lie [shot.] Layzie: Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta, little sneaky muthaf**a on a mission, got me plottin' for it quickly. who fried? do or die, n***a, you and i for the creep on the come up, and pay t n***as a visit. so is it, was it, wicked ways, got me strugglin' for days. hey, a n***a'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 n***a was gone for his safe and his stones, and it's on, 'cause the bones havin' a say, i won't forget this evenin'. n***a had theif, little layzie bone, thievin', 'cause he had cameras hid o To his ceiling. pin me, n***as run away, they said they lookin' for me, but i'm a find a n***a, k** him, 'fore this n***a find me. y'all n***as 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 pa**in' 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 . . . Whom die they lie. [shot.] I'm that n***a with the shotty runnin' at you n***as, poppin' enemy. drop 'em. me gotta get 'em, k** 'em before they get me. coppers on us, and you know the b**hes 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 f**in' bag of weed. i believe in sale, now, on the scene. i can do it. An k** '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 f**in' fate and in grave lay. st. clair, wasteland, all my n***as comin', oh but they can't take it, if you wanna make it, break 'em, hey, or can't a n***a get paid? oh, you're f**in' Some n***as 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 k** a muthaf**in' n***a, 'cause a n** D another n***a, "i know who Did it." rollin' with the thuggish bunch of all. testin' nuts, and, n***a, 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.]