"WHEN I DIE"
KRAYZIE BONE featuring Fat Joe, Big Punisher, and Cuban Link

Krayzie:
Man, what the fuck is we gon' do man?  I'm tellin' you.

Shit man, I can't believe this shit man. The muthafuckas done killed him.  And y'all niggas know we got ride for this nigga right here--on these ho-ass niggas.

Yea, 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 through the mud and rain, trey shots of Tanque 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 fo-fo.   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 muthafuckas 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 through 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.

Krayzie:
Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more.
Nigga you never know when you gon' die.
Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more.
Say, never know when it could be you...
Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more.
...that leave your house and don't come back.
Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more.
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 (?).  Nigga, fuck that, I'm a 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 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' 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 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, "'Cause 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 twelve gauge, and I call my boys.  Muthafuckas is plottin' to get me.  I know when I'm dreamin' this, so that's the meaning of this nine 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 muthafucka. 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.

Krayzie:
Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more.
Nigga you never know when you gon' die.
Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more.
Say, never know when it could be you...
Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more.
...that leave your house and don't come back.
Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more.
This shit is real, and oh so true.

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