Whom Die They Lie

Bizzy:
It's East 1999 time.
I promise to 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, bet I bury, then move, true to the murder mo, gladly, cause the haters never had to have me, follow fools through alleys, cuasue 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 won't think Imma bomb again, not unless they put me in prison and give me time. Ready for the killin, go get 'em fill 'em with eleven of mine and one die. Is he ready to lie if I decide, lookin at the killin in his eye to boom to go bye, I'm gonna fly high, whom die they lie.

Flesh:
Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit abut real trues, still be payin dues, saw them sneakin and a nigga gettin sick of all the palyas, they hatin. Why so many fakers runnin they mouth over shit and they lose, lookin so deep in they eyes, and tell it when they lyin, stop tryin, but they never convince none, got hundreds runnin up with gauges. Still I'm sute they sute they fryin us, but I buck, sometiems I save it, for me kill em off later, man. So, what if it got too late for me to get em? Then gotta swtich to testin G's. In theis game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady, we're too quick to pull petty bullshit. Yall thought that you could fuck with the Cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin his gun, and I wish you would, bitch pop, (...?..) and have to show you through, when Bone thugs comin in, it's a headline. Time to get on top of mountain top when they got (?) all over this nation, world, and I plan on, now look at you bustas get mad. Beat the fukas on their on line, don't make em tell it to you twice, when you crack a grip, keep it real, but you sure will pay the price (for you life).

Layzie:
Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta, little sneaky muthafucka on a mission, got me plottin for it quickly. Who fried? Do or die, nigga you and I for the creep on the come up, and pay these n*ggas a visit. So is it, was it, wicked ways, got me strugglin for days. Hey, a nigga's gotta eat, so you 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 have 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, kill him fore this nigga find me. Yall niggas know I'm murder-bound, see me when I'm servin now, parlay it down, breakin it down in the C-Town, spot em on the avenue, follow as he passin thourgh, get em at the next red light, green light, got the go ahead, infrared on ya forehead. Whom die they lie.

Krayzie
Whom die they lie. (No mo Mercy) Whom die they lie.

I'm that nigga with the shotty runnin at you niggas, poppin enemy. Drop em. Me gotta get em , kill em before they get me. Coppers on us, and you know the bithces want us, but as soon as they close, it's the pap pap, pardon me. Take a look, and what you see, Krazyie still runnin from the police cause I got a fuckin bag of weed. I 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. Shoulda fled, but you didn't so bye-bye. Take em a couple of 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 wanna make it, break 'em, hey, or can't a niggga get paid? Oh, you're 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. Killa 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 but your balls. It's Mr. Sawed-off, Sawed-off. Whom die, die whom die, die, they lie.