Krayzie, fat joe, big punisher, and cuban link：thug mentality 1999 Krayzie Man, what the ******* is we gonna do man? i'm tellin' you (*******t man, i can't Believe this *******t man The mutha******s done killed him and y'all *******s know we got ride for this ******* right here On these ho-ass *******s) yeah, i say we ride over there right now, *******, what's Happenin'? ******* that's what the ******* i'm talkin' bout, *******. let's roll. Krayzie As we delve throu the mud and rain, trey shots of tanq. ease the pain/ as we put To rest one of my *******s that got cut up and lost half his brain, *******t ain't the same/ *******s is Dangerous buckin' like it's The thang to bust/ when i looked at my ******* ****** up i couldn't help thinkin' This could have been Aimed for us/ *******s do hate like that/ *******, you never know, he say a friend, But i smell foe I sit back and wait for the day *******s try to kick in my door, so i sleep with a Big 4-4/ but what if I ******* up and pull it to slow? you know what they say; gotta go, gotta go/ what If i be the one Breathin' no more? oh, well/ when i die i want all my mutha******s to ride for Me on the *******s That did me, killed me, committed my homicide/ gather up after the funeral (posse up!) and pull out All the big guns/ go throu every hood poppin' till somebody takes some/ how in The ******* Can i rest in peace when i wasn't ready to die? some i'm beggin' my *******s to Get my revenge And to do it the same night that they put me under/ now i'm gone but this thug *******t gon' live on Just write on my tombstone; he was that thuggish ruggish bone (he was that Thuggish ruggish bone) -refrain- Murder mo, *******s gon' kill some more... (******* you never know when you gon' die. say, never know when it could be you... ...that leave your house and don't come back. this *******t is real, and oh so true) Fat joe Yeah, when i die i wanna see about a hundred *******s cryin', lyin', talkin' 'bout They all love Ryan and joey too/ you should have seen me at the funeral sportin' the top hat, Tuxedo was royal blue Murder who? ******* i died in the car chase/ shot the place like the last scene in Scarface Now i'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky/ terror squad to the Day that died, what? Big punisher I'm a thug, i'm a die high, o.d. off the la-la/ *******s keep tellin' me get off That *******/ choke I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ *******, ******* that/ i'm a keep hittin' that {puffs} till my lung collapse What's wrong with that, you hypocrite? just a lil' bit, you know you down with That/ it's all good In your hood, havin' laughs, puff ******* to clear my cataracts/ never thought i'd See the inside of an Ambulance, but now i'm there/ too many dead brain cells runnin' round inside my Head That's why when i die my eyes were bloodshot red Cuban link Now picture me dead still gettin' head in the coffin'; flossin'/ *******es Fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a Bigger portion/ my *******s talkin' figurin' how to get my fortune while i'm lost In space waitin' for Satan and his horsemans/ walkin' throu fire sparkin' my lighter, cloud the sky Up Rising higher and higher/ eye to eye with my messiah/ viya con dios/ as i cross The gates of hell I face the devil with a shovel and told him; "brace yourself" Krayzie Reporters steady ask; "why k.b. talk about murder on all the songs?" i tell 'em; "cuz i can step out that door, somebody could pop, and i'm gone" then, they Wanna know i pack Chrome/ for one, i'm paranoid; smokin' to much of that *******/ what's that? i just Heard a noise Get the 12 gauge, and i call my boys/ mutha******s is plottin' to get me/ i know When i'm dreamin' This, so that's the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with the Infrared beams and *******t So ******* don't trip/ watch out! the reaper, he seem to be gettin' closer, so i'm Runnin' from that Mutha****** (y'all come on!) swervin' and duckin' murder/ pistol-grip pump/ ******* protected by the Gauge/ mister sawed-off leather face/ reload the clip and into the crowd i Spray/ murder, murder Mo murder, murder/ kill, kill, kill/ *******t it's sellin' but what they ain't Tellin' *******s is that it's real But they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ better get your Ass a shotgun And go get a plastic glock/ ******* don't take murder for no joke that's like Slittin' your own throat But i can tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes... -refrain-
Krayzie, fat joe, big punisher, and cuban link：thug mentality 1999 Krayzie Man, what the ******* is we gonna do man? i'm tellin' you (*******t man, i can't Believe this *******t man The mutha******s done killed him and y'all *******s know we got ride for this ******* right here On these ho-ass *******s) yeah, i say we ride over there right now, *******, what's Happenin'? ******* that's what the ******* i'm talkin' bout, *******. let's roll. Krayzie As we delve throu the mud and rain, trey shots of tanq. ease the pain/ as we put To rest one of my *******s that got cut up and lost half his brain, *******t ain't the same/ *******s is Dangerous buckin' like it's The thang to bust/ when i looked at my ******* ****** up i couldn't help thinkin' This could have been Aimed for us/ *******s do hate like that/ *******, you never know, he say a friend, But i smell foe I sit back and wait for the day *******s try to kick in my door, so i sleep with a Big 4-4/ but what if I ******* up and pull it to slow? you know what they say; gotta go, gotta go/ what If i be the one Breathin' no more? oh, well/ when i die i want all my mutha******s to ride for Me on the *******s That did me, killed me, committed my homicide/ gather up after the funeral (posse up!) and pull out All the big guns/ go throu every hood poppin' till somebody takes some/ how in The ******* Can i rest in peace when i wasn't ready to die? some i'm beggin' my *******s to Get my revenge And to do it the same night that they put me under/ now i'm gone but this thug *******t gon' live on Just write on my tombstone; he was that thuggish ruggish bone (he was that Thuggish ruggish bone) -refrain- Murder mo, *******s gon' kill some more... (******* you never know when you gon' die. say, never know when it could be you... ...that leave your house and don't come back. this *******t is real, and oh so true) Fat joe Yeah, when i die i wanna see about a hundred *******s cryin', lyin', talkin' 'bout They all love Ryan and joey too/ you should have seen me at the funeral sportin' the top hat, Tuxedo was royal blue Murder who? ******* i died in the car chase/ shot the place like the last scene in Scarface Now i'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky/ terror squad to the Day that died, what? Big punisher I'm a thug, i'm a die high, o.d. off the la-la/ *******s keep tellin' me get off That *******/ choke I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ *******, ******* that/ i'm a keep hittin' that {puffs} till my lung collapse What's wrong with that, you hypocrite? just a lil' bit, you know you down with That/ it's all good In your hood, havin' laughs, puff ******* to clear my cataracts/ never thought i'd See the inside of an Ambulance, but now i'm there/ too many dead brain cells runnin' round inside my Head That's why when i die my eyes were bloodshot red Cuban link Now picture me dead still gettin' head in the coffin'; flossin'/ *******es Fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a Bigger portion/ my *******s talkin' figurin' how to get my fortune while i'm lost In space waitin' for Satan and his horsemans/ walkin' throu fire sparkin' my lighter, cloud the sky Up Rising higher and higher/ eye to eye with my messiah/ viya con dios/ as i cross The gates of hell I face the devil with a shovel and told him; "brace yourself" Krayzie Reporters steady ask; "why k.b. talk about murder on all the songs?" i tell 'em; "cuz i can step out that door, somebody could pop, and i'm gone" then, they Wanna know i pack Chrome/ for one, i'm paranoid; smokin' to much of that *******/ what's that? i just Heard a noise Get the 12 gauge, and i call my boys/ mutha******s is plottin' to get me/ i know When i'm dreamin' This, so that's the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with the Infrared beams and *******t So ******* don't trip/ watch out! the reaper, he seem to be gettin' closer, so i'm Runnin' from that Mutha****** (y'all come on!) swervin' and duckin' murder/ pistol-grip pump/ ******* protected by the Gauge/ mister sawed-off leather face/ reload the clip and into the crowd i Spray/ murder, murder Mo murder, murder/ kill, kill, kill/ *******t it's sellin' but what they ain't Tellin' *******s is that it's real But they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ better get your Ass a shotgun And go get a plastic glock/ ******* don't take murder for no joke that's like Slittin' your own throat But i can tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes... -refrain-
