Whom Die They Lie

It's East 1999 time
 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 leavin' 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
 Lookin' at my killin's in his eyes and boom to go bye
 I'm gonna fly (fly)
 Whom die they lie
 Whom die they lie
 No mo' mercy
 Whom die they lie (Shot)
 Now, who want to go snitch?
 Talk shit about real trues, still be payin' dues
 Saw them sneakin'
 And a nigga gettin' sick of all the players, they hatin'
 Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth about shit and they lose
 Lookin' so deep eyes, and tell it when they lyin'
 Stop tryin', but they never convince none
 Got hundreds runnin' up with gauges
 Still I'm sure they sure they fryin' 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 testin' 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
 number one fillin' his gun, and I wish you would
 Bitch, pop, pop and pump and have to show you through
 When Mo' thugs comin' 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 busters get mad
 Beat the fuckers 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
 Whom die they lie
 No mo' mercy
 Whom die they lie (Shot)
 Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta
 Little sneaky motherfucker on a mission
 Grind, be plottin' 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 strugglin' 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 havin' a say
 I won't forget this evenin'
 Nigga had thief, Little Layzie Bone
 Thievin', 'cause he had cameras hid off into his ceiling
 Pin me, niggas run away
 They said they lookin' for me
 But I'm a find a nigga killin' before this nigga find me
 y'all niggas know a murder-bound city
 See me when I'm servin' now, parlay it down
 Breakin' it down in the see-Town
 Spot 'em on the avenue, follow him passin' through
 Get 'em at the next red light, green light
 Got the go ahead, infrared on your forehead
 Whom die they lie
 Whom die they lie
 No mo' mercy,
 Whom die they lie (Shot)
 I'm that nigga with the shot and, red-hand
 Answerin' niggas, poppin' 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 runnin' from the police
 'Cause I got a fuckin' bag of weed
 I'll be leavin' 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
 Should of fled, but you didn't, so bye-bye
 Take 'em a couple a days to get your body outta the sea
 Meet your fuckin' fate and in grave lay
 St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin'
 Oh but they can't take it, if you want to make it
 Break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid
 Or your fuckin' 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 losin' me
 Tell a muthafuckin' nigga, 'cause a nigga told another nigga
 "I know who did it"
 Rollin' with the thuggish bunch of all
 Testin' nuts, and, nigga, we'll cut your balls
 It's Mr. Sawed-off, Sawed-off
 Whom die, die, whom die, die, they lie
 Whom die they lie
 No mo' mercy,
 Whom die they lie (Shot)