When I Die

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-