Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: The Art Of War: WWII: Whom Die They Lie
Bizzy Bone
It’s East 1999 time.
I promise that I’ll hunt you bastards
Zip ’em in a casket
Here to get drastic
Fast in a hurry is you
Ready for me magic
Let ’em blast and nigga bet I bury then move
True to the murder mo gladly
And 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 won’t think I’m a bomb again
Not even if they put me in prison and give me time
I’m ready for the killin’
Go get ’em and I’m a fill ’em with eleven am I the one to die
Is he ready to lie if I decide
Lookin’ at my killin’ in his eyes
And boom to go bye
And I’m gonna fly
Whom die they lie
Chorus: Flesh-N-Bone / Krayzie Bone
Whom die they lie
No more mercy
Flesh-N-Bone
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 with shit when 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 I’m sure they sure they fryin’ us
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’ 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
Number 1 fillin’ his gun
and I wish you would bitch
Pop let ’em hope we won’t have to show you through
when Bone thugs comin’ in
It’s a headline
Time to get on top of mountain top when they got broke dawg 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 you twice
When you crack a grip
Keep it real
But you sure will pay the price
Whom die they lie
Chorus: Krayzie Bone / Layzie Bone
Whom die they lie
No more mercy
Layzie Bone
Time to stick it for the thugsta thugsta
Lil’ sneaky muthafucka on a mission
Got me 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
Lil’ 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 kill him
‘Fore this nigga find me
Y’all niggas know I’m murder bound
see me when I’m servin’ now
parlay it down
breakin’ it down in the C-Town
Spot ’em on the avenue
Follow as he passin’ through
Get ’em at the next red light
Green light
Got the go ahead
Infrared on your forehead
Whom die they lie
Chorus: Krayzie Bone
Whom die they lie
No more mercy
Krayzie Bone
I’m that nigga 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 bitches want us
But as soon as they get close
It’s the pap pap
Pardon me
Take a look at what you see
Krayzie still runnin’ from the police ’cause I got a fuckin’ bag of weed
I believe in sale not on the scene
I can do it
I can kill ’em if he gotta be a casualty
He after me
but I’ma put a bullet through your head
Shoulda fled
But you didn’t so bye bye
Take ’em a couple of days to get your body
Outta the sea meet your fuckin’ fate and grave lay
St. Clair
Wasteland
All my niggas comin’
While I can’t take it
If you wanna make or
Break ’em
Hey or can’t a nigga get paid
Oh you fuckin’ with some niggas in some desperate days
Crime yes it pays
If it’s cool
Never act a fool
And a broad ’cause you’re 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
Chorus: Krayzie Bone
Whom die they lie
No more mercy
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