Bizzy:

It's East 1999 time.
I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here toget drastic,
fast in a hurry. Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, andnigga, bet I
(?), then move, true to the murder mo, gladly, 'cause the hatersnever had
to have me, want to follow fools through alleys, 'cause ready tolose and
daddy who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie, probably St. Clairbabies, so
hate me, but I handle my business, so lately I can handle myshady, kill
'em, but we think I'm a bomb again, no leavin' as they put me inprison
and give me time, I'm ready for the gun to go get 'em and I'm afill '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.

Flesh:

Whom die they lie.

Krayzie:

No mo' mercy . . .

Flesh:

Whom die they lie. [Shot.]

Flesh:

Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real trues, still bepayin'
dues, saw them sneakin', and a nigga gettin' sick of all theplayas, they
hatin'. Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth (...?...) and theylose,
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'msure 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? Thengotta switch
to testin' G's. In this game I aim to keep away from every crazysteady,
we're too quick to pull petty bullshit. Y'all thought that youcould fuck
with the Cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and I wish youwould,
bitch, pop, (...?...) and have to show you through, when Bonethugs
comin' in, it's a headline. Time to get on top of (?) when theygot (?) all
over this nation, world, and I plan on, now look at you bustasget mad.
Beat the fuckas on their own line, don't make 'em tell it to yatwice, when
you crack a grip, keep it real, but you should (?) pay the price(?).

Layzie:

Whom die they lie.

Krayzie:

No mo' mercy . . .

Layzie:

Whom die they lie [Shot.]

Layzie:

Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta, little sneakymuthafucka on a
mission, grind, be plottin' for it quickly. Who fried? Do ordie, nigga,
you and I for the creep on the come up, and pay these niggas avisit. So is
it, was it, wicked ways, got me strugglin' for days. Hey, anigga's gotta
eat, so yo, I gotta get paid and blaze. So swift not to catch acase, crept
up in his place while the nigga was gone for his safe and hisstones, and
it's on, 'cause the Bones havin' a say, I won't forget thisevenin'. Nigga
had theif, Little Layzie Bone, thievin', 'cause he had camerashid off into
his ceiling. Pin me, niggas run away, they said they lookin' forme, but
I'm a find a nigga killin' before this nigga find me. Y'allniggas know a
murder-bound city, see me when I'm servin' now, parlay it down,breakin'
it down in the C-Town, spot 'em on the avenue, (?) he's passin'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.]

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 thecoppers
on us, and you know the bitches want us, but as soon as theyclose, it's
the pap pap, pardon me. Take a look, and what you see--Krayziestill
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 gottabe a casualty.
He after me, but I'm a put a bullet through your head. Shouldafled, but
you didn't, so bye-bye. Take 'em a couple a days to get yourbody 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 wanna makeit, break
'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid, or your fuckin' with someniggas 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 amuthafuckin'
nigga, 'cause a nigga told another nigga, "I know who did it." Rollin'
with the thuggish bunch of all. Testin' nuts, and, nigga, we'llcut 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.]