Whom Die They Lie-Bone Thugs N Harmony

Album by: Art Of War Artist by: Bone Thugs N Harmony Bizzy: Its east 1999 time. 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 ni**a, bet I bury, then move, true to the murder m Adly, 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 Le my business, so lately I can handle my shady, kill em, but wont think Im a bomb again, not even if they put me in prison and give me time, Im ready for the killin, go get em, and Im a Em with eleven of mine and one die. is he ready to lie if i decide, lookin at my killin and decide to 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.] Flesh: Now, who wanna go snitch? talk sh*t about real trues, still be payin dues, saw them sneakin, and a ni**a gettin sick of all the playas, they hatin. why so many fakers runnin they mouth (. .) and they lose, lookin so deep in they 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 But I buck, sometimes I save it, for me kill em off later, man. 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 cr Teady, were too quick to pull petty bullshit. yall thought that you could f**k with the cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin his gun, and I wish you would, b**ch, pop, (...? ...) and have to show yo Ough, when bone thugs comin in, its a headline. time to get on top of mountain top when they got (? ) all over this nation, world, and I plan on, now look at you bustas get mad. beat the f**k Their own line, dont make Em tell it to ya twice, when you crack a grip, keep it real, but you sure will 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 sneaky muthaf**ka on a mission, got me plottin for it quickly. who fried? do or die, ni**a, you and I for the creep on the come up, and pay t 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 whi E ni**a was gone for his safe and his stones, and its on, cause the bones havin a say, I wont forget this evenin. ni**a had theif, little layzie bone, thievin, cause he had cameras hid o To his ceiling. pin me, niggas run away, they said they lookin for me, but Im a find a ni**a, kill him, fore this ni**a find me. yall niggas know Im murder-bound, see me when Im servin Parlay it down, breakin it down in the c-town, spot em on the avenue, follow hes passin through, get em at the next red light, green light, got the go ahead, infrared on your forehead. who They lie. Krayzie: Whom die they lie. No mo mercy . . . Whom die they lie. [shot.] Im that ni**a with the shotty runnin at you niggas, poppin enemy. drop em. me gotta get em, kill em before they get me. coppers on us, and you know the b**ches want us, but as soon as t Lose, its the pap pap, pardon me. take a look, and what you see--krayzie still runnin from the police, cause I got a f**kin bag of w**d. I believe in sale, now, on the scene. I can do it. An 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 T your f**kin 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 ni**a get paid? oh, youre f**kin 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 lose. and me kill a muthaf**kin ni**a, cause a nigg D another ni**a, I know who Did it. rollin with the thuggish bunch of all. testin nuts, and, ni**a, 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.]