Whom Die They Lie
(专辑: The Art Of War - 1997)
[Bizzy talking] It's East 1999 time [Bizzy] 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, better burn 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 leaving 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 Looking 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] Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real trues, still be paying dues Saw them sneaking And a
nigga getting sick of all the
playas, they hating Why so many fakers running they mouth about shit and they lose Looking so deep eyes, and tell it when they lying Stop trying, but they never convince none Got hundreds running up with gauges Still I'm sure they sure they frying 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 testing 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 filling his gun, and I
wish you would Bitch, pop, pop and pump and have to show you through When Mo' thugs coming in, it's a
headline Time to get on top of moff top When they got on stages 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 die, pay the
price top Whom die they lie [Layzie] Whom die they lie [Krayzie] No mo' mercy . . .
[Layzie] Whom die they lie [Shot] Time to stick it for the
thugsta, thugsta Little sneaky muthafucka on a
mission Grind, be plotting 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 struggling 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 having a
say I
won't forget this evening Nigga had theif, Little Layzie Bone Thieving, 'cause he had cameras hid off into his ceiling Pin me, niggas run away They said they looking for me But I'm a
find a
nigga killing before this nigga find me Y'all niggas know a
murder-bound city See me when I'm serving now, parlay it down Breaking it down in the
C-Town Spot 'em on the
avenue, follow him passing 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] [Krayzie] I'm that nigga with the
shot and, red-hand Answering niggas, popping 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 running from the
police 'Cause I
got a
fucking bag of weed I'll be leaving 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 fucking fate and in grave lay St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas coming Oh but they can't take it, if you wanna make it Break 'em, hey, or can't a
nigga get paid Or your fucking 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 losing me Tell a
muthafucking nigga, 'cause a
nigga told another nigga "I know who did it" Rolling with the
thuggish bunch of all Testing 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]