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krayzie bone - when i die lyrics

man, what the f-ck is we gone do, man?
sh-t, man, i can’t believe this sh-t, man
them motherf-ckers done killed him
we got to ride for this n-gg-
on them old hoe -ss n-gg-s
i say we ride over right there, right now
that’s what i’m talking about, let’s roll

as we delve through the mud and rain
straight shots of tongue ease the pain
as we put to rest one of my n-gg-s
that got cut up and lost half his brain
sh-t, ain’t the same n-gg-s is dangerous
buckin’ like it’s the thang to bust
when i looked at my n-gg- f-cked up
i couldn’t help thinking this could’ve been aimed for us

n-gg-s do hate like that, n-gg-, you never know
he say a friend but i smell foe
so i sit back and wait for the day n-gg-s try to kick in my door
so i sleep with the big fo-fo
but what if i f-ck up and pull it too slow
you know what they say, gotta go, gotta go
what if i be the one breathing no more, oh well
when i die i want all my motherf-ckers to ride
(for me)

on the n-gg-s that did me killed, me committed my homicide
gather up after the funeral and pull out all the big guns
(posse up)
go through every hood poppin’ till somebody tell you somethin’
how in the f-ck can i rest in peace when i wasn’t ready to die
so i’m begging my n-gg-s to get my revenge
and do it the same night they put me under
now i’m gone but this thug sh-t gone live on
just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone

murda mo, n-gg-s, gone kill some more
(n-gg-, you never know when you gone die)
murda mo, n-gg-s, gone kill some more
(say never know when it could be you)

murda mo, n-gg-s, gone kill some more
(they leave yo house and don’t come back)
murda mo n-gg-s gone kill some more
(this sh-t is real and oh, so true)

murda mo, n-gg-s, gone kill some more
(n-gg-, you never know when you gone die)
murda mo, n-gg-s, gone kill some more
(say never know when it could be you)

murda mo, n-gg-s, gone kill some more
(they leave yo house and don’t come back)
murda mo n-gg-s gone kill some more
(this sh-t is real and oh, so true)

when i die i wanna see about a hundred n-gg-s cryin’
lying, talkin’ ’bout they all love ryan
and joey too, you should’ve seen him at the funeral
sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who
n-gg-r, i died in the car chase shot
the place like the last scene in scarface
now i’m in the far place chillin’ in the whites of the sky
terror squad till the day i die

i’ma thug, i’ma die high o.d. off the la-la
n-gg-s tell me get off that weed, i’ma keep smoking on that thai
n-gg-, f-ck that, i’ma keep hittin’ that
(puff puff)
till my lung collapse, what’s wrong with that?
you hypocrite, just a little bit you know you down with it

it’s all good in your hood having laughs
puff weed to clear my cataracts
never thought i’d see the inside of an ambulance
but now i’m there too many dead brain cells
runnin’ ’round inside my head
that’s when i died my eyes were blood shot red

now picture me dead, still getting head in the coffin flossin’
b-tches fightin’, cryin’, tryin’ to get a bigger portion
my n-gg-s talkin’, figuring how to get my fortune
while i’m lost in sp-ce waiting for satan and his horseman
walkin’ through fire sparkin’ my lighter cloud the sky up
rising higher and higher, eye to eye with my messiah
viya con dios as i cross the gates of h-ll
i faced the devil with a shovel and told him brace yourself

reporters steady ask why kb be talkin’ ’bout murder on all the songs
i say ’cause i could step out the door, somebody could pop and i’m gone
then they wanna know why i pack chrome for one i’m paranoid
smoking too much of that weed, what’s that i just heard a noise
get the 12 gauge and i call my boys
motherf-ckers is plottin’ to get me, i know when i’m dreaming this
so that’s the meaning of this

nine millimeter heater strapped with infrared beams and sh-t
so n-gg- don’t trip the reaper, seem to be getting closer
so i’m running from that motherf-cker swervin’ and duckin’ murder
pistol grip pump protected by the gauge
mr sawed-off leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd i spray
murder murder, mo murder, murder, kill, kill, kill

sh-t, it’s selling but what they ain’t telling n-gg-s is that it’s real
but you better realize for it be you in the casket dropped
better get you -ss a shotgun and go get a plastic glock
n-gg-, don’t take murder for no joke, that’s like slittin’ your own throat
but i tell you what’ll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes

murda mo, n-gg-s, gone kill some more
(n-gg-, you never know when you gone die)
murda mo, n-gg-s, gone kill some more
(say never know when it could be you)

murda mo, n-gg-s, gone kill some more
(they leave yo house and don’t come back)
murda mo n-gg-s gone kill some more
(this sh-t is real and oh, so true)

- krayzie bone lyrics

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