歌手:Krayzie Bone
专辑:《Thug Mentality 1999》

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-