Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Big Pun, Fat Joe - When I Die lyrics

[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Big Pun, Fat Joe - When I Die lyrics]

Bizzy (Police Officer)
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!
(There they are) Shit, come on
Nigga come on!
(These assholes are nothin' for
A stake out) Make a run for it nigga make a
(Freeze, motherfucker) Shit!

Bizzy (Krayzie) i'm little Ripsta i'm
(Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night) …bye
Die, die, die!
(So must we buck them studio thugstas i'm)
Willin' and ready to ride

Krayzie pop-pop! Droppin' them niggas with
The Glock, done nigga
You best ah 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 soldiers we droppin'
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: drugdealer, killa
Cap-wigs peeler fuck
With the Ripsta, #1 with the gun
Come-come get some senseless killa
Fifth dawg and posse, run get
Gone fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong
Leave 'em alone 'til it be on krayzie put
One to your dome and nigga
Be thinkin' I'm wrong, so
Go on 'Cause nigga this 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 my hood, so when we
Smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good
So we goin' 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 (Krayzie) i'm little Ripsta i'm
(Leather Face comin' to kill
'em at night) …bye die, die, die!
(So must we buck them studio thugstas i'm)
Willin' and ready to ride

Bizzy (Police Officer)
(Lie down with your hands behind
Your back) Naw bitch
You lie your funky ass on the ground, now!

Reporter
The seemingly routine investigation had
Become a horrible nightmare

Bizzy 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 little'
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
Niggas mistakin'
They balls for dogs all niggas'll get mauled
No thang to pick up a pump and flip on all
Y'all and they'll never hold-up
Especially when them roll
Stop! bet I bringin' in
Them guns, run, a thug get low
Down you don't wanna get nutted
'cause nigga you gonna get bloody
(bloody) once you see the braids
And skully cuttin' that
Throat when I'm rippin' up
Somethin' lovely what
Is it in you, deeper than dead? And we
Get fried pOD'd when a ganksta 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

Witnesses man, he justall of a sudden
Just jumped out of the window i
Didn't know what was goin'
On i'm just walkin' by just got a bought
A bottle of wine i was walkin' by
And all I seen was him
Jump when that lady yelled
(That was it) I'm not sure what happened

Well, I saw his wife begging
Him, and she said
"Don't jump" And he didw heeeew

Did you know the guy?

He sure had a problem that's
All I could tell you

All I seen was them put the lady in
A police car and take her away
I guess it was his wife

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