When I Die

Krayzie

Man, what the fuck is we gonna do man? I'm tellin' you (shit man, I can't

Believe this shit man

The muthafuckers done killed him and y'all niggas know we got ride for this

Nigga right here

On these ho-ass niggas) yeah, I say we ride over there right now, nigga, what's

Happenin'?

Nigga that's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout, nigga. let's roll.

Krayzie

As we delve throu the mud and rain, trey shots of tanq. ease the pain/ as we put

To rest one of my

Niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain, shit ain't the same/ niggas is

Dangerous buckin' like it's

The thang to bust/ when I looked at my nigga fucked up I couldn't help thinkin'

This could have been

Aimed for us/ niggas do hate like that/ nigga, you never know, he say a friend,

But I smell foe

I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door, so I sleep with a

Big 4-4/ but what if

I fuck up and pull it to slow? you know what they say; gotta go, gotta go/ what

If I be the one

Breathin' no more? oh, well/ when I die I want all my muthafuckers to ride for

Me on the niggas

That did me, killed me, committed my homicide/ gather up after the funeral

(posse up!) and pull out

All the big guns/ go throu every hood poppin' till somebody takes some/ how in

The fuck

Can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die? some I'm beggin' my niggas to

Get my revenge

And to do it the same night that they put me under/ now I'm gone but this thug

Shit gon' live on

Just write on my tombstone; he was that thuggish ruggish bone (he was that

Thuggish ruggish bone)

-refrain-

Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more...

(nigga you never know when you gon' die. say, never know when it could be you...

...that leave your house and don't come back. this shit is real, and oh so true)

Fat joe

Yeah, when I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin', lyin', talkin' 'bout

They all love

Ryan and joey too/ you should have seen me at the funeral sportin' the top hat,

Tuxedo was royal blue

Murder who? nigga 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 to the

Day that died, what?

Big punisher

I'm a thug, I'm a die high, o.d. off the la-la/ niggas keep tellin' me get off

That weed/ choke

I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ nigga, fuck that/ I'm a keep hittin' that

{puffs} till my lung collapse

What's wrong with that, you hypocrite? just a lil' bit, you know you down with

That/ it's all good

In your hood, havin' 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 why when I die my eyes were bloodshot red

Cuban link

Now picture me dead still gettin' head in the coffin'; flossin'/ bitches

Fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a

Bigger portion/ my niggas talkin' figurin' how to get my fortune while I'm lost

In space waitin' for

Satan and his horsemans/ walkin' throu 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 hell

I face the devil with a shovel and told him; brace yourself

Krayzie

Reporters steady ask; why k.b. talk about murder on all the songs? I tell 'em;

Cuz I can step out that door, somebody could pop, and I'm gone then, they

Wanna know I pack

Chrome/ for one, I'm paranoid; smokin' to much of that weed/ what's that? I just

Heard a noise

Get the 12 gauge, and I call my boys/ muthafuckers is plottin' to get me/ I know

When I'm dreamin'

This, so that's the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with the

Infrared beams and shit

So nigga don't trip/ watch out! the reaper, he seem to be gettin' closer, so i'm

Runnin' from that

Muthafucker (y'all come on!) swervin' and duckin' murder/ pistol-grip pump/

Nigga protected by the

Gauge/ mister sawed-off leather face/ reload the clip and into the crowd i

Spray/ murder, murder

Mo murder, murder/ kill, kill, kill/ shit it's sellin' but what they ain't

Tellin' niggas is that it's real

But they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ better get your

Ass a shotgun

And go get a plastic glock/ nigga don't take murder for no joke that's like

Slittin' your own throat

But I can tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes...

-refrain-