Whom Die They Lie

Bone Thugs N Harmony

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    [Bizzy talking]
    It's East 1999 time

    [Bizzy]
    I promise that I'll 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 I'm a bomb again
    No leavin' as they put me in prison and give me time
    I'm ready for the gun to go get'em
    And I'm a fill 'em with eleven of mine and one die
    Is he ready to lie if I decide
    Lookin' at my killin's in his eyes and boom to go bye
    I'm gonna fly (fly)
    Whom die they lie

    [Flesh]
    Whom die they lie

    [Krayzie]
    No mo' mercy...

    [Flesh]
    Whom die they lie [Shot]

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    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 I'm 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' G's
    In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady
    we're too quick to pull petty bullshit
    Y'all 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, it's 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
    Don't 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 nigga's 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 it's on
    'Cause the Bones havin' a say
    I won't 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 I'm a find a nigga killin' before this nigga find me
    Y'all niggas know a murder-bound city
    See me when I'm 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]
    I'm 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, it's 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
    I'll 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 I'm a put a bullet through your head
    Shoulda fled, but you didn't, 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 can't take it, if you wanna make it
    Break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid
    Or your fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days
    Crime, yes, it pays, if it's 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, we'll cut your balls
    It's 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]

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