Krayzie Bone F- Terror Squad (big Pun Cuban Link Fat Joe) When I Die Lyrics

When I Die Lyrics

[Krayzie]

 Man what the fuck is we gone do man?  

 Shit man I can't believe this shit man

 Them motherfuckers done killed him

 We got to ride for this nigga

 On them old hoe ass niggas

 I say we ride over right there right now

 That's what I'm talking about let's roll

 

 [verse 1]

 As we delve through the mud and rain

 Straight shots of Tangue 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 thinking this could've been aimed for us

 Niggas do hate like that, nigga you never know

 He say a friend but I smell foe

 So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door

 So I sleep with the big fo-fo 

 But what if I fuck up and pull it too slow

 You know what they say gotta go gotta go

 What if I be the one breathing no more, oh well

 When I die I want all my motherfuckers 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 through every hood poppin till somebody tell you somethin

 How in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die

 So  I'm begging my niggas to get my revenge 

 And do  it the same night they put me under 

 Now I'm gone but this thug shit gone live on

 Just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone

 

 [chorus]

 Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [nigga you never know when you gone
die]

 Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [ say never know when it could be you]

 Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [they leave yo house and don't come
back]

 Murda mo niggas gone kill some more [this shit is real and oh so true]

 [repeat]

 

 [Fat Joe]

 When I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin 

 Lying talkin bout they all love Ryan

 And Joey too, you should've seen him at the funeral

 Sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who

 Nigger 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 till


 the day I die

 

 [Big Pun]

 I'ma thug I'ma die high O.D. off the la-la 

 Niggas tell me get off that weed I'ma keep smoking on that thai-ai

 Nigga fuck that I'ma keep hittin that

 [Puff puff] till my lung collapse what's wrong with that

 You hypocrite just a little bit you know you down with it

 It's all good in your hood having 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 when I died my eyes were blood shot red

 

 [Cuban Link]

 Now picture me dead still getting head in the coffin flossin

 Bitches fightin cryin tryin to get a bigger portion

 My niggas talkin figuring how to get my fortune 

 While I'm lost in space waiting for satan and his horseman

 Walkin through 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 faced the devil with a shovel and told him brace yourself

 

 [Krayzie]

 Reporters steady ask why KB be talkin bout murder on all the songs

 I say cause I could step out the door somebody could pop and I'm gone

 Then they wanna know why I pack chrome for one I'm paranoid

 Smoking too much of that weed what's that I just heard a noise

 Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys

 Motherfuckers is plottin to get me I know when I'm dreaming this

 So that's the meaning of this 

 Nine millimeter heater strapped with infrared beams and shit

 So nigga don't trip the reaper seem to be getting closer

 So I'm running from that motherfucker swervin and duckin murder 

 Pistol grip pump protected by the gauge

 Mr Sawed-Off Leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd I spray

 Murder murder mo murder murder kill kill kill 

 Shit it's selling but what they ain't telling niggas is that it's real

 But you better realize for it be you in the casket dropped 

 Better get you 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 tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes

 

 [chorus]