Bizzy:
It`s East 1999 time.
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, bet I (?), 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.]
Flesh:
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 (...?...)
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, (...?...) and have to show you
through, when Bone thugs comin` in, it`s a headline. Time to get on
top of (?) when they got (?) 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 (?) 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 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, (?) he`s 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.]
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.]
