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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - "Whom Die They Lie"
Lyrics to Whom Die They Lie : [Bizzy] I promise that Ill hunt you bastards Zip em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry Is you ready for me magic' Let em blast, and nigga, better burn Then move, true to the murder mo, gladly Cause the haters never had to have me Want to follow fools through alleys Cause ready to lose and daddy who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie Probably St. Clair babies, so hate me But I handle my business So lately I can handle my shady Kill em, but we think Im a bomb again No leavin as they put me in prison and give me time Im ready for the gun to go getem And Im a fill em with eleven of mine and one die Is he ready to lie if I decide Lookin at my killins in his eyes and boom to go bye Im gonna fly (fly) Whom die they lie [Flesh] Whom die they lie [Krayzie] No mo mercy... [Flesh] Whom die they lie [Shot] Now, who wanna go snitch' Talk shit about real trues, still be payin dues Saw them sneakin And a nigga gettin sick of all the playas, they hatin Why so many fakers runnin they mouth about shit and they lose Lookin so deep eyes, and tell it when they lyin Stop tryin, but they never convince none Got hundreds runnin up with gauges Still Im sure 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' Then gotta switch to testin Gs In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady were too quick to pull petty bullshit Yall thought that you could fuck with the Cleveland thugstas #1 fillin his gun, and I wish you would Bitch, pop, pop and pump and have to show you through When Mo thugs comin in, its a headline Time to get on top of moff top When they got on stages all over this nation World, and I plan on Now look at you bustas get mad Beat the fuckas on their own line Dont make em tell it to ya twice When you crack a grip, keep it real But you should die, pay the price top Whom die they lie [Layzie] Whom die they lie [Krayzie] No mo mercy . . . [Layzie] Whom die they lie [Shot] Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta Little sneaky muthafucka on a mission Grind, be plottin for it quickly Who fried' Do or die, nigga You and I for the creep on the come up And pay these niggas a visit So is it, was it, wicked ways Got me strugglin for days Hey, a niggas gotta eat, so yo I gotta get paid and blaze So swift not to catch a case Crept up in his place While the nigga was gone for his safe And his stones, and its on Cause the Bones havin a say I wont forget this evenin Nigga had theif, Little Layzie Bone Thievin, cause he had cameras hid off into his ceiling Pin me, niggas run away They said they lookin for me But Im a find a nigga killin before this nigga find me Yall niggas know a murder-bound city See me when Im servin now, parlay it down Breakin it down in the C-Town Spot em on the avenue, follow him 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] [Krayzie] Im that nigga with the shot and, red-hand Answerin niggas, poppin enemy Drop em Me gotta get em Kill em before they get the coppers on us And you know the bitches want us But as soon as they close, its the pap pap, pardon me Take a look, and what you see; Krayzie still runnin from the police Cause I got a fuckin bag of weed Ill be leavin sale now on the scene I can do it, I can kill em if he gotta be a casualty He after me, but Im a put a bullet through your head Shoulda fled, but you didnt, so bye-bye Take em a couple a days to get your body outta the sea Meet your fuckin fate and in grave lay St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin Oh but they cant take it, if you wanna make it Break em, hey, or cant a nigga get paid Or your fuckin with some niggas in some desperate days Crime, yes, it pays, if its cool with it, cool with it Never act a fool with it, broad, cause your losin me Tell a muthafuckin nigga, cause a nigga told another nigga "I know who did it" Rollin with the thuggish bunch of all Testin nuts, and, nigga, well cut your balls Its 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] [ Whom Die They Lie Lyrics ]
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