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[Bizzy] 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 [Flesh] Whom die they lie [Krayzie] SongtexteNo mo' mercy... [Flesh] Whom die they lie [Shot] Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real trues, still be payin' dues Saw them sneakin' And a nigga gettin' sick of all the playas, 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 #1 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 bustas get mad Beat the fuckas 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 [Layzie] Whom die they lie [Krayzie] No mo' mercy . . . [Layzie] Whom die they lie [Shot] Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta Little sneaky muthafucka 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 theif, 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 C-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 [Krayzie] Whom die they lie No mo' mercy... Whom die they lie [Shot] [Krayzie] 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 Shoulda 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 wanna 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 [Krayzie] Whom die they lie No mo' mercy... Whom die they lie [Shot] Aus Songtexte Mania