Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: E. 1999 Eternal: Die Die Die
Bizzy Bone
Shhh. Shut up, nigga. Shut the fuck up, nigga. Here they come. Here they come. Here they come, nigga. Duck down, nigga. Duck down. Duck down. Shit.
Cop
There they are.
Bizzy Bone
Shit. Come on, nigga. Come on.
Cop
These assholes are nothin’.
Bizzy Bone
Nigga, run for it. Nigga make–
Cop
Freeze, muthafucka!
Bizzy Bone
Shit.
Bizzy Bone
I’m Lil’ Ripsta
I’m
Krayzie Bone
LeathaFace comin’ to kill ’em at night
Bizzy Bone
Die die die
Krayzie Bone
… so must we buck them studio thugstas I’m…
Bizzy Bone
. . . 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 you
You fuckin’ with Bone
You better believe we livin’ like souljahs
We lovin’ that thugsta shit
So nigga just throw your pumps in the air
Then you pump pump
Put one in a copper like you just don’t care
You don’t wanna fuck with
You don’t wanna buck with a realer nigga
Better check my manuscript
Drug dealer killa cabbage peeler
Thug with the Ripsta.
#1 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. Clair niggas
They ain’t no joke
So catch a slug or chill nigga
Bizzy Bone
I’m Lil’ Ripsta
I’m
Krayzie Bone
Leatha Face comin’ to kill ’em at night
Bizzy Bone
Die die die
Krayzie Bone
… so must we buck them studio thugstas I’m…
Bizzy Bone
… willing and ready to ride
Cop
Lie down with your hands behind your back.
Bizzy Bone
Naw, bitch, you lie your funk ass on the ground.
Reporter #1
The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare…
Bizzy Bone
Runnin’ with gats and bats
So nigga don’t test Rest or you get a peeled cap
Pap pap that pump
Better check that gun
‘Fore a nigga done get that skull cracked
Lil’ Rip didn’t wanna
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’ they balls for dogs
All niggas’ll get mauled
No thang to pick up a pump and (…?…) know you
And never hold you 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 you
Deep in the dead
And we get fried
P.O.D.’d 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–. He 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. [That was it.] I don’t know what happened.
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 you.
Witness #4
All I seen was them put the lady in a police care and take her. I guess it was his wife.
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