Die Die Die

[Bizzy Bone] (whispering) Shut up nigga...Shut the fuck up nigga Here they come...Here they come Here they come nigga...Duck down nigga duck down [Dogs barking] [Cop] There they are [Bizzy] Shit..come on nigga come on Nigga run for it nigga make.. [Cop] Freeze motherfucker! [Bizzy] Shit... [Gunshot] (Chorus) [Bizzy Bone] I'm lil' ripsta, im... [Krayzie Bone] Leather face comin' to kill them at night [Bizzy] Die Die Die [Krayzie] So we buck them studio thugstas I'm... [Bizzy] Willing and ready to ride [Krayzie Bone] Pop pop, droppin' them niggas with the Glock gun Nigga, you best start run, duckin' the shotgun Leavin' 'em up off my block stunned One eighty seven lesson and we done told ya You fuckin' with Bone you better believe we livin' like soldiers We lovin' that thugsta shit so nigga just throw your pumps in the air Then you pump pump put one in a coppa like ya just don't care You don't wanna fuck with you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga Better check my manuscript Drugdealer, killa, cabbage peeler Thug with Lil' Ripsta number one with the gun come come get some Senseless killa Fifth Dog and posse run get gone Fuck with the Bone four niggas strong leave 'em alone til' it be on Krayzie put on one in your dome And nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong so go on Cause nigga the sawed-off ain't full of shit Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed man They givin' me what me need man when I light my blunt Fold the niggas up in me hood so when we smoke smoke smoke Get paid good so we gonna blaze good So come to The Land where all the thugs be real Them St. Claire niggas they ain't no joke So catch a slug or chill nigga (Chorus) [Cop] Lie down with your hands behind your back [Gun being cocked] [Bizzy Bone] Naw bitch you lie your funky ass on the ground..now [News Reporter] This seemingly routine investigation Had become a horrible nightmare.. [Bizzy] Running with gats and bats So nigga don't test rest or you get a peeled cap Pap pap that pump better check that gun For a nigga done get that skull cracked Lil' Rip done rolled up The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up Let's swerve to the burbs set up a hold up So many bodies me blowed up Nuts bucks and guts nigga mistakin' them balls for dogs All niggas'll get mauled no thing to pick up a pump And people know ya and never hold ya especially when them rolls up Bet I bringin' in them guns run a thug get low down You don't wanna get nutted cause' nigga you gonna get bloody Once you see the braids and skully Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely What is it in ya? deep in the dead when we get fried POD when I comes to ride Creep but you sleep and then fall in the night Once inside forgettin' about remorse your curse will ride Cry now when you're ready to lie down When I'm weak in a mental state Somebody gonna die now Meanwhile swerve to the burbs [Witness 1] Man he just all of a sudden just jumped out of a window I didn't know what was goin' on I'm just walkin' by Just got a bottle of wine.. I was just walkin' by And all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled (And that was it.) I don't know? [Witness 2] Well I saw his wife begging him And she said "don't jump" and he did [Reporter 2] Did you know the guy? [Witness 3] He sure had a problem That's all I could tell ya [Witness 4] All I seen was them put the lady in a police car And take her I guess it was his wife