featuring Terror Squad (Big Pun Cuban Link Fat Joe)



[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