Whom Die They Lie

Bizzy:

It's East 1999 time.

I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here toget drastic,

fast in a hurry. Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, andnigga, bet I

(?), then move, true to the murder mo, gladly, 'cause the hatersnever had

to have me, want to follow fools through alleys, 'cause ready tolose and

daddy who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie, probably St. Clairbabies, so

hate me, but I handle my business, so lately I can handle myshady, kill

'em, but we think I'm a bomb again, no leavin' as they put me inprison

and give me time, I'm ready for the gun to go get 'em and I'm afill 'em

with eleven of mine and one die. Is he ready to lie if I decide,lookin' at

my killin's in his eyes and 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 shit about real trues, still bepayin'

dues, saw them sneakin', and a nigga gettin' sick of all theplayas, they

hatin'. Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth (...?...) and theylose,

lookin' so deep eyes, and tell it when they lyin', stop tryin',but they never

convince none, got hundreds runnin' up with gauges. Still I'msure they

sure they fryin' us, but I buck, sometimes I save it, for me kill'em off late

at night. So, what if it got too late for me to get 'em? Thengotta switch

to testin' G's. In this game I aim to keep away from every crazysteady,

we're too quick to pull petty bullshit. Y'all thought that youcould fuck

with the Cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and I wish youwould,

bitch, pop, (...?...) and have to show you through, when Bonethugs

comin' in, it's a headline. Time to get on top of (?) when theygot (?) all

over this nation, world, and I plan on, now look at you bustasget mad.

Beat the fuckas on their own line, don't make 'em tell it to yatwice, when

you crack a grip, keep it real, but you should (?) 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 sneakymuthafucka on a

mission, grind, be plottin' for it quickly. Who fried? Do ordie, nigga,

you and I for the creep on the come up, and pay these niggas avisit. So is

it, was it, wicked ways, got me strugglin' for days. Hey, anigga's gotta

eat, so yo, I gotta get paid and blaze. So swift not to catch acase, crept

up in his place while the nigga was gone for his safe and hisstones, and

it's on, 'cause the Bones havin' a say, I won't forget thisevenin'. Nigga

had theif, Little Layzie Bone, thievin', 'cause he had camerashid off into

his ceiling. Pin me, niggas run away, they said they lookin' forme, but

I'm a find a nigga killin' before this nigga find me. Y'allniggas know a

murder-bound city, see me when I'm servin' now, parlay it down,breakin'

it down in the C-Town, spot 'em on the avenue, (?) he's passin'through,

get 'em at the next red light, green light, got the go ahead,infrared on

your forehead. Whom die they lie.

Krayzie:

Whom die they lie.

No mo' mercy . . .

Whom die they lie. [Shot.]

I'm that nigga with the shot and, red-hand, answerin' niggas,poppin'

enemy. Drop 'em. Me gotta get 'em, kill 'em before they get thecoppers

on us, and you know the bitches want us, but as soon as theyclose, it's

the pap pap, pardon me. Take a look, and what you see--Krayziestill

runnin' from the police, 'cause I got a fuckin' bag of weed. I'll be leavin'

sale now on the scene. I can do it. I can kill 'em if he gottabe a casualty.

He after me, but I'm a put a bullet through your head. Shouldafled, but

you didn't, so bye-bye. Take 'em a couple a days to get yourbody outta

the sea, meet your fuckin' fate and in grave lay. St. Clair,Wasteland, all

my niggas comin', oh but they can't take it, if you wanna makeit, break

'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid, or your fuckin' with someniggas 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 losin' me. Tell amuthafuckin'

nigga, 'cause a nigga told another nigga, "I know who did it." Rollin'

with the thuggish bunch of all. Testin' nuts, and, nigga, we'llcut 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.]