Krayzie Bone - When I Die lyrics

Krayzie, Fat Joe, Big Punisher, and Cuban Link:Thug Mentality 1999 Krayzie Man, what the f** is we gonna do man? I'm tellin' you (sh** man, I can't believe this sh** man The muthaf**ers done k**ed him and y'all n***as know we got ride for this n***a right here On these ho-a** n***as) Yeah, I say we ride over there right now, n***a, what's happenin'? n***a that's what the f** I'm talkin' bout, n***a. 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 n***as that got cut up and lost half his brain, sh** ain't the same/ n***as is dangerous buckin' like it's the thang to bust/ When I looked at my n***a f**ed up I couldn't help thinkin' this could have been aimed for us/ n***as do hate like that/ n***a, you never know, he say a friend, but I smell foe I sit back and wait for the day n***as try to kick in my door, so I sleep with a big 4-4/ But what if I f** 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 muthaf**ers to ride for me on the n***as that did me, k**ed 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 f** can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die? Some I'm beggin' my n***as to get my revenge And to do it the same night that they put me under/ Now I'm gone but this thug sh** gon' live on Just write on my tombstone; He was that Thuggish Ruggish Bone (He was that Thuggish Ruggish Bone) -Refrain- Murder mo, n***as gon' k** some more... (n***a 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 sh** is real, and oh so true) Fat Joe Yeah, when I die I wanna see about a hundred n***as 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? n***a 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/ n***as keep tellin' me get off that weed/ Choke I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ n***a, f** 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'/ b**hes fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a bigger portion/ My n***as 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/ Muthaf**ers 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 sh** So n***a don't trip/ Watch out! The reaper, He seem to be gettin' closer, so I'm runnin' from that muthaf**er (y'all come on!) Swervin' and duckin' murder/ Pistol-grip pump/ n***a protected by the gauge/ Mister Sawed-Off Leather Face/ Reload the clip and into the crowd I spray/ Murder, murder Mo murder, murder/ k**, k**, k**/ sh** it's sellin' but what they ain't tellin' n***as is that it's real But they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ Better get your a** a shotgun And go get a plastic glock/ n***a 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-