When I Die Lyrics
| Song | When I Die |
| Artist | Krayzie Bone |
| Album | Thug Mentality 1999 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Krayzie, fat joe, big punisher, and cuban link：thug mentality 1999 | |
| Krayzie | |
| Man, what the fuck is we gonna do man? i'm tellin' you (shit man, i can't | |
| Believe this shit man | |
| The muthafuckers done killed him and y'all niggas know we got ride for this | |
| Nigga right here | |
| On these ho-ass niggas) yeah, i say we ride over there right now, nigga, what's | |
| Happenin'? | |
| Nigga that's what the fuck i'm talkin' bout, nigga. 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 | |
| Niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain, shit ain't the same/ niggas is | |
| Dangerous buckin' like it's | |
| The thang to bust/ when i looked at my nigga fucked up i couldn't help thinkin' | |
| This could have been | |
| Aimed for us/ niggas do hate like that/ nigga, you never know, he say a friend, | |
| But i smell foe | |
| I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door, so i sleep with a | |
| Big 4-4/ but what if | |
| I fuck 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 muthafuckers to ride for | |
| Me on the niggas | |
| 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 fuck | |
| Can i rest in peace when i wasn't ready to die? some i'm beggin' my niggas to | |
| Get my revenge | |
| And to do it the same night that they put me under/ now i'm gone but this thug | |
| Shit gon' live on | |
| Just write on my tombstone; he was that thuggish ruggish bone (he was that | |
| Thuggish ruggish bone) | |
| -refrain- | |
| Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more... | |
| (nigga 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 shit is real, and oh so true) | |
| Fat joe | |
| Yeah, when i die i wanna see about a hundred niggas 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? nigga 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/ niggas keep tellin' me get off | |
| That weed/ choke | |
| I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ nigga, fuck 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 weed 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'/ bitches | |
| Fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a | |
| Bigger portion/ my niggas 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 weed/ what's that? i just | |
| Heard a noise | |
| Get the 12 gauge, and i call my boys/ muthafuckers 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 shit | |
| So nigga don't trip/ watch out! the reaper, he seem to be gettin' closer, so i'm | |
| Runnin' from that | |
| Muthafucker (y'all come on!) swervin' and duckin' murder/ pistol-grip pump/ | |
| Nigga 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/ shit it's sellin' but what they ain't | |
| Tellin' niggas 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/ nigga 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 fuck is we gonna do man? i' m tellin' you shit man, i can' t | |
| Believe this shit man | |
| The muthafuckers done killed him and y' all niggas know we got ride for this | |
| Nigga right here | |
| On these hoass niggas yeah, i say we ride over there right now, nigga, what' s | |
| Happenin'? | |
| Nigga that' s what the fuck i' m talkin' bout, nigga. 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 | |
| Niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain, shit ain' t the same niggas is | |
| Dangerous buckin' like it' s | |
| The thang to bust when i looked at my nigga fucked up i couldn' t help thinkin' | |
| This could have been | |
| Aimed for us niggas do hate like that nigga, you never know, he say a friend, | |
| But i smell foe | |
| I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door, so i sleep with a | |
| Big 44 but what if | |
| I fuck 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 muthafuckers to ride for | |
| Me on the niggas | |
| 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 fuck | |
| Can i rest in peace when i wasn' t ready to die? some i' m beggin' my niggas to | |
| Get my revenge | |
| And to do it the same night that they put me under now i' m gone but this thug | |
| Shit gon' live on | |
| Just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone he was that | |
| Thuggish ruggish bone | |
| refrain | |
| Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more... | |
| nigga 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 shit is real, and oh so true | |
| Fat joe | |
| Yeah, when i die i wanna see about a hundred niggas 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? nigga 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 lala niggas keep tellin' me get off | |
| That weed choke | |
| I' m a keep smokin' on that thaia nigga, fuck 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 weed 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' bitches | |
| Fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a | |
| Bigger portion my niggas 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 weed what' s that? i just | |
| Heard a noise | |
| Get the 12 gauge, and i call my boys muthafuckers 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 shit | |
| So nigga don' t trip watch out! the reaper, he seem to be gettin' closer, so i' m | |
| Runnin' from that | |
| Muthafucker y' all come on! swervin' and duckin' murder pistolgrip pump | |
| Nigga protected by the | |
| Gauge mister sawedoff leather face reload the clip and into the crowd i | |
| Spray murder, murder | |
| Mo murder, murder kill, kill, kill shit it' s sellin' but what they ain' t | |
| Tellin' niggas 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 nigga 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 fuck is we gonna do man? i' m tellin' you shit man, i can' t | |
| Believe this shit man | |
| The muthafuckers done killed him and y' all niggas know we got ride for this | |
| Nigga right here | |
| On these hoass niggas yeah, i say we ride over there right now, nigga, what' s | |
| Happenin'? | |
| Nigga that' s what the fuck i' m talkin' bout, nigga. 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 | |
| Niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain, shit ain' t the same niggas is | |
| Dangerous buckin' like it' s | |
| The thang to bust when i looked at my nigga fucked up i couldn' t help thinkin' | |
| This could have been | |
| Aimed for us niggas do hate like that nigga, you never know, he say a friend, | |
| But i smell foe | |
| I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door, so i sleep with a | |
| Big 44 but what if | |
| I fuck 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 muthafuckers to ride for | |
| Me on the niggas | |
| 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 fuck | |
| Can i rest in peace when i wasn' t ready to die? some i' m beggin' my niggas to | |
| Get my revenge | |
| And to do it the same night that they put me under now i' m gone but this thug | |
| Shit gon' live on | |
| Just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone he was that | |
| Thuggish ruggish bone | |
| refrain | |
| Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more... | |
| nigga 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 shit is real, and oh so true | |
| Fat joe | |
| Yeah, when i die i wanna see about a hundred niggas 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? nigga 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 lala niggas keep tellin' me get off | |
| That weed choke | |
| I' m a keep smokin' on that thaia nigga, fuck 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 weed 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' bitches | |
| Fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a | |
| Bigger portion my niggas 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 weed what' s that? i just | |
| Heard a noise | |
| Get the 12 gauge, and i call my boys muthafuckers 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 shit | |
| So nigga don' t trip watch out! the reaper, he seem to be gettin' closer, so i' m | |
| Runnin' from that | |
| Muthafucker y' all come on! swervin' and duckin' murder pistolgrip pump | |
| Nigga protected by the | |
| Gauge mister sawedoff leather face reload the clip and into the crowd i | |
| Spray murder, murder | |
| Mo murder, murder kill, kill, kill shit it' s sellin' but what they ain' t | |
| Tellin' niggas 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 nigga 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 |
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